her clean taste
drips
onto my tongue
no matter how much
i taste
i cannot get enough
as her moans
fill the room
i need
more
and more
of her divinity
to infuse my being
she begs me to stop
at the edge
of insanity
that just makes me
want to drive my tongue
deeper
makes me want
to suck
to bite
to pinch
to rub
i stare at her
as she writhes
across the sheets
our eyes locked
with her
perfectly formed
breasts
heaving between us
her legs
wrapped around
pulling my face
deeper
as her hands
clasp my temples
holding me in place
her hips
lift
as another wave
of pleasure
courses
down tanned skin
her muscles
tensed
she is every dream come true
she is mine
and i?
i am her’s
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Things like this can be challenging, I know we’ve talked about this before simple because of the things I’ve shared with you, but it’s a fine line between too much until it’s a turn off or just enough so it takes where you intend a reader to be.
You have this down pat 🙂
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this comment had me sweating. i figured I finally wrote the one that made you hate me. it was a poem itself.
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Silly
Serious, I will never ever hate you, least of all because of your beautiful poetry! ❤️
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Good. Lord. Jesus… f*@$%. 👍👍👍
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wow it is so hard not to put myself into the character of this poem. I had to read it twice, one for self gratification 😜 another for appreciation of a simple yet powerful erotica.
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uummmmm yes please 🔥
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