Wicked ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Wicked ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

No rest
For the wicked
It’s that time
Of day
When I’d like
To slip
Into your fantasies
To stir
Your passion
With wicked
Wicked erotic images
Of my naked body
Lying open to you
Completely entirely open
To you
On the bed
Slipping myself
Into the sound track
Of your mind
You hear my voice
Screaming your name
In orgasm
You hear me whispering
Your name flirtatiously
Inviting you
To taste my nipples
Sample the juice
Between my legs
Have me
As your lunch
Savor me
As a mid afternoon snack
Lay with me
In bed
I am open
Completely erotically
Nakedly open
To the wickedness
I see
In your eyes
When you
Look at me
Join me
In den of Lucifer
As we explore
Our wickedest fantasies
Live on the edge
With me
You’ll find me
Lying on the edge
Of reality
As you slide
In and out
Of me sinfully
There’s no rest
When you are wicked
Wicked with desire
And willing
To sin
(C) 2016 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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NOTE: I was power walking to the coffee shop this morning pre-rain listening to this song on my iTunes. It made me think MBE needs a little of wicked 😈💋❤️ That thought inspired the poem 🙏❤️