The shamfull act... called love -------------------------------------------
As i start to kiss your face.. We are starting sompthing new.. Sompthing.. new.. as i rub my hand up and down your thy as you put your hand on my face as i grab your breast wall i kiss your face.. as i take my other hand and sowly stroke up and down your thy... i hear you start to breath harder i look into your eyes i moth i love you.. you moth i love you back.. now your eyes close with pleaser... u grab me ... i flinch... i kiss you one last time.. before.. we take each others innocents... tonight is the night that we commit this shamfull act thats called... love...
I like it bbuuuttt. It annoys me when you tell her that you love her. Its almost like she is your very first love, the very first breast, the very first nacked thy. That kinda just got on my nerves. Besides that it was good poem. Put more detail into it and it would be awsome.
I feel the dirty vibe of being used as a pleasure for the flesh. This lacks the embarrasment it seems, as if they were merely puppets performing. Not sure what it is, but I'm having a hard time feeling the humanity to the emotion.
Submission Name: The shamfull act... called love
