sexy....mmmk

so i read this article in my friends magazine called..."how not to write a sex scene" or something like that. and i was like...damn, i havent written a sexy poem in like a year...probably since i wrote one for my ex...and she didnt really appriciate poetry so its been a while...maybe more than a year. well either way i hope this doesnt hurt your eyes...or your pants...or anything else involved in the process of digesting this writing.

its been so long
i miss a kiss
the soft pressure
of lip against lip
or the touch of fingers
tracing the tip
down from my hair
across my skin
i miss a firm grip
of my hands on hips
or flicking of tounges
across hardend nips
soft hair caressing
and skin against skin
rubbing togther
wetness within
the begging of flesh
hoping the be pressed
the shortness of breath
and grabbing a breast
i miss all the passion
romance and tension
the heart that races
when ever shes mention
so as soon as were togther
times in suspension
intertwindened fingers
moans that will linger
i love when she comes
the pleasure you bring her
pulling hair
having no care
except for the moment
and what gets trapped there