Private Places
Mood:  amorous
Private Places?
By: William Phenn

I touch you when we kiss,
In Private Places that I know.
Those erogenous zones,
Where only I can go.

My lips caress your forehead,
Then slowly to your lips.
My tongue seeks to excite you,
As my hands pull on your hips.

My swelling, throbbing member,
Feels hard against your leg.
I keep it slow and tender,
I don’t want you to beg.

My eager searching fingers,
Creep softly up your thigh,
To find your Private Places,
You know the reason why.