Saturday, May 21, 2011

when your done

Your profound tang hits my tongue
 
It curls my taste buds back in delight
 
piquing my curiosity for discovery
 
I hold my words at the tip
 
They can be uttered later
 
when I'm done with you
 
Sensual motion kicks my rise
 
Teasing the agent of bliss
 
You press yourself into me
 
With open mouth I receive your wetness
 
Your pink flesh tempts my hunger
 
I drip in wanting for your warmth
 
Delicious is your essence
 
Unforgettable is your touch
 
I want more of you, all of you
 
Seemingly, hours pass
 
before I make you cum
 
You release into me with such force
 
pounding your drenched flower
 
against my raw sensitive lips
 
Am I selfish for creating a feast of you?
 
Wait
 
Don't answer that
 
until your done



 

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