Titillating-- Ronald W. Hull

Titillating Night

Your tender tips,
your swaying hips,
your ruby lips,
undulating.

Deep in the night,
with unseen sight,
your magic fingers,
flying.

Legs spread wide,
cover to the side,
cross panties slide,
defying.

A taboo thing,
your earlobes ring,
insides sing,
dying.

A lovely pain,
penetrating rain,
gently slain,
sighing.

Watching in lust,
with your trust
hardness thrust
trying.

To get some sleep,
in the heat,
of the titillating night.