Parched Anticipation
The Parched Anticipation
I am drunk from the anticipation.
Of your kiss, and, the warm embrace…
Reeling with the wine of sensualization.
Parched for your kiss and your grace…
My tongue is parched, and, I long,
I ache for your mouth and your kiss…
For the sweetness of your sweet tongue,
Oh, how much I long for it and miss…
My thighs are aching, a deep longing,
Inside, with the wanting passion…
A lust driven, and with lips swollen,
Again, waiting in anticipation…
Sucking your nipples, and tasting,
The thought of it makes my mouth water…
And, the scent of the honey basting,
Makes me ache and my senses falter…
The parched anticipation of desire,
How it translates to every member…
From my tongue to loins on fire,
You alone can quench the thirst and hunger.
J.E.
Copyright © Jennifer Etheridge | Year Posted 2021
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