Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Flustered

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Flustered
By: Linda A. Long

With the words
Hanging off my lip
I find myself
In front
Of him
My thoughts were swirling
What was it
I meant to say
To this man
With the beautiful
Blue Eyes I love😘❤️
Oh yes
That’s right
I remember
You are ever so cute!
I blushed with a retraction☺️
No, that wasn’t what
I meant to say
I don’t even know
Where that came from
I meant to say
You’re hot🔥
Damn it!🙀
No, I’m sorry
It’s hot🔥
I meant to say
It is hot🔥
Temperature hot
You are not hot
Well, it’s not that
You’re not hot
This isn’t going well
Am I red?☺️
Because I feel red
And hot🔥
My head is spinning
I might pass out
Yes, I’m going to pass out
Mouth to mouth please
Shut up Linda💋
Just shut up already
He is teasing you
And you are falling for
That devilish little sparkle😈
In his eye as you
Melt in front of him
Or maybe just
Crawl under the desk
And hide
Under the desk
Need anything Blue Eyes?
You know, while
I’m down here
Anything at all
Ahh, Now he’s blushing☺️
Good girl
Oh look
There’s that pencil
I dropped
It was right
Between his legs
Are you warm?🔥
I’m very warm
I might have
To take off some clothes
As I was saying
Yes, back to the
Task in my hand👍
It’s hard but I’m enjoying it
What was that?
Oh yes,
I’m over-achiever
I’m quite an eager beaver
Yes the Beaver
Is quite eager😈
It’s just that you
Have me all flustered☺️
In that ever so cute…
Sorry, yes!
I do talk when I’m nervous☺️
You should put
Something in my mouth
To shut me up💋😈
Can you think of anything
I could suck on?😈💋
Anything at all?
I don’t know when
To shut up sometimes
I may need spanking😈
Or a fucking😈
Or a spanking😈
And a fucking💋❤️😈🔥😱😇
Oh the possibilities
Are endless
Don’t you agree?
Oh sorry
I drifted off
For a minute
While you were
On the phone☺️
I am ready to talk
About the task
In my hand
I mean
At hand☺️😉
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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