Tryst – a poem

Posted by Rye on July.30.2013 in Poems |

Here’s a short poem that oozes sexiness. This is for the passionate peeps, the infatuated individuals, the one-night-standers, the complicated couples, the lifetime lovers and those with a late night rendezvous, also known as a booty call and more formally – a Tryst.

Her pretty brown eyes are as seductive as her thighs.

A glint of romance with every look.

Reading her body language like a good book.

A sexy slither as she breathes.

“Come hither,” it reads.

A barrage of kisses – French and pecks.

Leading to…well, you know what’s next.

She has finesse, as well as a fine ass.

Intoxicating beauty, just like a wine glass.

She fills me up. And I feel her up.

A quenching thirst. I drink from her cup.

Half full, I like to keep it.

I hold her close, like a Victoria Secret.

Pheromones are released.

Ecstasy is increased.

Her moans never cease

until climax is reached.

Love never dies; it’s only breached.

And together we then rest in peace.

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