poetry

Jacob writes in a way that draws me to read his musings over and over again. He's like silk flowing between my thighs, sending shivers up my arched back.

He's otherwise known as The Librarian Erotic and his poetry is magical.

The June 1st entry, he's between my legs as a peeping poet. I clicked the word her and much to my surprise, found myself.

Thanks Jacob, you must have really liked those photographs David Steinberg took.

I love your writing and inspiring you with images to write about.

hugs