Mmm. . . Mr. Sharpe (151 hits)

Mmm. . . Mr. Sharpe


I studied your picture

when I first saw you.

There was something in your eyes

that grabbed me and wouldn't let me leave.

And when you sent me your message

Short and to the point,

No games.

My curiosity sparked.

You didn't want to read

words on the screen.

You wanted to read my voice

and if we played our cards right

my body language.



When we agreed to meet

the captive sensuality in your voice

made my lower region moist.

But Oh!

When I saw you for the first time in person

and you stood up from that bench

I knew I'd want you.

Bald, glasses and lookin sharp.

Your whole swagger, personality and charisma

was what I needed to seal the deal.

It was all I could do to contain myself

when you grabbed my hand

and touched me for the second time.

If you undress me one more time

from across the table with your eyes

we would of ended up on that table

in front of everyone.



I know that I'm gonna want to

take my time with you

in order to soak ALL of you in.

I've only been home for a short while

but I've pictured us thumping

like rabbits in my kitchen

on the counter.

You even took me on my couch

until we needed more room to get freaky

and move our escapade into the bedroom.

You tasted me until

I almost carved my name into your back.

And I drank you until

you almost dehydrated.

When we were connected through passion

all I could think to say

was don't stop.

And then I had two cigarettes.


6/11/09 Posted By: Laura Thomas
Thursday, June 11th 2009 at 7:18PM
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