intimacy poem

The way she moves down my body
How she touches every inch of me
Running her fingers through my hair
She starts from the top of me
She works her way down, a woman on a mission, as if she’s climbing down a tree
She’s eventually down on the floor
Then she starts over like a roller coaster
Kissing me every inch down
Heating my body up as if I was being boiled
I’m boiling, I’m a noodle in her hot madness
She refuses to let me go
She relieves my stress as she goes down my body
I can stop her when I want
But she gives me what I need on my late nights
She is the hot shower in the cold night

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