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 © | Year Posted 2011

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April 23, 2011 at 10:20 PM
ooo! very,, passionate..... I had fun reading your poem, take care and have your self a happy and safe Easter! always p.d.
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