POETRY
The Heat in Crete
An erotic display on holiday

The heat there in Crete was anything but discreet, as I lay on a sun lounge while you massaged my feet.
Your fingers were firm, how you made me squirm! Relaxed and semi-naked, more than my skin would burn.
My ankle you gripped, you then carefully slipped your hand up my leg and my stomach, it flipped.
Bikini top discarded, Unusually unguarded, wearing only the thong, as the others regarded
our hot lovers’ play on that sunny day. We must have made quite an erotic display!
My nipples erect, (as one might expect), When your lips kissed my foot, it enhanced the effect!
You looked in my eyes. I tensed up my thighs. You sucking my toes was a sexy surprise!
I felt myself drip, and gyrated my hips and I couldn’t help raising my hands to my tits.
Your mouth and your tongue made me come all unstrung. It didn’t take long before I was undone.
But no one could tell, cause I hid it quite well but I knew that we must return to the hotel,
Because I was craving to be misbehaving and I knew that your own self-restraint would be caving.
So best we go back to our little love shack, and then spend the rest of the day in the sack!
Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator, and audiobook producer. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant
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