between your sheets.

Could listen to you call my name,
all night, all day,
in each and every possible way,
in any which position,
as the syllables,
roll off your lips,
leaving letters on my hips,
as your teeth touch and part,
nibbling on the vowels,
and licking at the consonants,
while your tongue beckons me,
laugh me, shout me,
learn my name between your sheets.



20 thoughts on “between your sheets.

  1. You have described want and desire very nice.
    “leaving letters on my hips”
    “learn my name between your sheet”
    Wonderful lines πŸ™‚

  2. Fantastic line:
    β€œlearn my name between your sheet”

    and with that my day of reading poetry comes to a close with your poem lingering in my mind. thank you for posting this.

  3. Well done. Sometimes just speaking someone’s name can be erotic.

    “How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
    Like softest music to attending ears!”

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