Lesbian Poetry

You wear me and I'll wear you?

"What should I wear?"
I ask as she brushes her soft hair.
She flashes me a glance,
that makes my heart dance.

"You can wear me", gently she replies,
that devilish grin evident in her gorgeous eyes.
I grin like a cat from Cheshire at the sight of this,
as she saunters over to me for the sweetest kiss.

"May I try you on for size?"
I ask in a whisper enfolding her in my thighs.
So perfect for each other our fit is snug,
clasping her tightly not letting go of this hug.

"We're going to be late", she tells me,
as I debate whether to snuggle up with my baby.
Or take her out until of the music we tire,
no longer able to control our hungry desire.

"Baby let's stay in?"
I say with an angelic grin.
Turning to me she pouts her lips,
raising her arms as for me she strips.

"I thought you'd never ask", she seductively says,
as our eyes meet in a hungry kind of gaze.
Whispering just what we plan to get up to,
as with smiles we mouth, "YOU WEAR ME AND I'LL WEAR YOU?!?

03/10/2005 (23:37pm)