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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