He Touched Me There

by Wendy Williams

As he comes to me this prince of mine in the darkness of the night. Although my flesh is openly willing, it is my heart that I keep tight.

With his touch he is the Master of all my deepest desires. Still my resolve is not to Submit and be lost within these sensuous fires.

He touched my moist center making me moan as I thrust forward waiting hips. He touched firmly tender my swollen breast while kissing, gently parting lips.

He touched my head as a need for further pleasures knelt me down. He touched my hair holding and guiding with the fingers he had wound.

Erupting and dissolving my resistance which seemed to be his goal. He spoke to me words of love and with that.. he touched my heart and soul.

About The Author
This a first attempt at this type of poetry. I was inspired by someone special in my life to write this. I welcome comments about my poetry here.