Every 10th Poem by Mary Angeli Joie Ostan

Supposedly this day is the 8th
Let me take you to my contemplation
A sweet kiss is what sparkled this scene
And our souls that destined to meet
A set of soft lips start our confrontation
While our clothes slowly slide down to our feet
Warm fingers slowly trace all of my bodies most secretive curves
Praised by enchanting scratches and deep moans
Passionate kisses felt in each and every nerve
Which powers every seducing moan onto a much higher tone
Nibbles and bites performed with surgical accuracy
On specific spots to induce pure pleasure
Small dance of your tongue, use only to induce pure ecstasy
Which makes our fiery body too hot to measure
The gentle entrance that has long been expected
The thrust that was long over due
Techniques that have been perfected
Just between us two
The most romantic love will be made every 10th
And I assure that this is true
What makes this such a sensational remark
Is that it will happen between just me and you