Spartacus's blog: "Rapture"

A womans place is in the arms in the grasp of a Scotsmans charms to swoon at his bountious highland gaze to jump when he says sit on my face to listen to his bawdy jokes to be gracious when he's with the blokes to forgive him when he acts a fool to be there as his precious jewel -John Wesley 1998

My Sexually explicit poetry Current mood: apathetic Category: Writing and Poetry Rapture Morning dew upon her thighs Passion expressed in baited sighs Trembling lips and expectant moans desire erupting from her very bones panting, hunger, explosions of joy her slender fingers she begins to employ erotic thoughts begin to expand as she deftly explores with her hands stroking gently her fingers probe deft dipping into her musky, moist cleft elusive rapture grasped in joy a sly smile escapes as she reaches for a toy. - John Wesley 2000