Little man asleep and warm <br />cannot come to any harm <br />where he’s tucked in carefully <br />between the sheets where I can’t see. <br /> <br />Yet there are secrets I could tell <br />to wake him up, I know them well. <br />A warm caress, a hand well-placed, <br />then slowly, gently, have a taste <br /> <br />till big man’s little man arouses me <br />and grows to fill an aching need. <br />No more asleep, he’s rising now. <br />His impatience grows to show me how <br /> <br />warm mouth, hot tongue and oh so slow, <br />yet fast enough because he knows <br />that big man’s little man, while now alive, <br />will wait til big man parts my thighs <br /> <br />and like a dance that’s well-rehearsed, <br />in a hunger-driven quench of thirst, <br />his face now seeks and opens wide <br />where soon the little man wants to hide. <br /> <br />It’s my turn now to moan and sigh, <br />and the tender feelings make me cry <br />to have him plunge so deep within <br />that little man melds me into him.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-man-s-little-man-adult/
