In 2004 I had this published in an Anthology of Erotic Verse.
I called it:-
The Noises You Make.

As I gently caress your delicate breasts,
Sof noises emanate from your ears and nose.
I slide my hand from your breast and let it,
Glide slowly towards your abdomen.

I reach the soft mound of pleasure and,
Caress the hair which hides your maidenhood.
All the time kissing, licking and chewing your lips,
My tongue probing the depths of your mouth.

My fingers find your clitoris and so,
Begin to gently massage that little pleasure dome.
The sounds coming from you get louder,
As I lift myself gently on to you.

The noises you make are reaching a crescendo,
As I slide in and out once more.....
I can't help but think to myself,
I wish you wouldn't snore!!!!!


Sorry but all my poetry has a twist at the end.
Best wishes, Mike.