Time to Beg

Erotic poetry

Time to Beg

With a delicate touch upon my skin

Her face does show a devious grin

Makes her way to the end of the bed

Thoughts do race through my head

Traces along her silken thighs

From my mouth escapes soft sighs

Silken foot she traces up my leg

Then she says ‘now come one beg’

©Chris Chonos

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