Andrew Vassell Poet Lyric

Finger Full Sweetness

Over the soft velvet of her 
skins crawls my warm silk
oiled fingers in search her 
place of haven, reluctantly
but she too quietly reaches
for me. Shy she must be or
surprised by what she feels.
Surrendering to the subject
of my shaft as it aggressively
stares at her face, waiting 
to be taste and to be sandwich
between the vice grip of her
lips not just to kiss but for
her to wildly lick. Let me see
the fullness in her cheeks and
as my matter suffocate the
the space of her breath while
my finger vigorously vibrates 
the merry of her cherry. Her
mind seems to be racing with
time as the blood begins to
boil in her brain but I'm about
to burst your pleasure's vain
and you can just drain, drain
and drain.


Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com

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