Anne-Marie Christine Poetry

There I was again
Laying in his bed
I could not stop smiling at him
He was like a whirlwind
Surrounding me amorously
Almost magnetically propelling me towards him

I remember
His breath on my neck
The pressure of his body on mine
And the look of pleasure on his face
I confess I was shamefully lustful
Lost in a sensual realm

It was not my nature to be so lascivious
I needed the feeling only he brings
I was drawn to his lecherous world
The place I would unmistakably return to
Over and over again

Poet: Anne-Marie Christine