Tipped
A drop to tongue
She plays the rub to lick
Close and encircled i shiver
As her joy reaches new heights;
Nipple to the touch
Wet lips in smoky mist
Cold warmth to skin quivers
Crush my desire in your heat;
Silky soft sips
Hot liquid fire to burn
Separated walls in cries
Yearnings reaching for the sky;
Quick temptation in grips
As love mushrooms in action?
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2011
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