The Web Poetry Corner - Eddie Tacub - Erotic Thoughts
Erotic Thoughts
by
Eddie Tacub
I go to sleep at night with the room pitch black
It's time to rub my hands down your back
Kissing your shoulders and pulling your hair
I'm going crazy; the smell of sex is in the air
Candles, candies, hot chocolate & strawberries in a jar
Treating you like the queen that you are
When comparing anything to us making love
Nothing can come close
Sweat rolling down our bodies
We're scorching hot like burnt toast