Areola Poems - Poems about Areola

... Steam White ribbons ascending upward becoming breath of blue sky Steam Shadows of angels shooting arrows into the proprietary of daily peril Steam Silhouettes of song swirling......Read the rest...

...1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust. 2..The taint of copper pennies. 3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed. 4..A sunset burning dry corn. 5.Eyes bruised by anger. 6.Lips cut by stinging......Read the rest...

...The feelings of your fingers deep inside me. This is the time when our intimacy you can see. The penetration given by our connection. Theres never a time our body shows rejection. How your lips......Read the rest...

...Areola of rose, blushing, blossoming, promising The thorny-stem whistles thirsty posthaste vain......Read the rest...

...The taste of your areola,the feel of your kiss,your moist,warm, beautiful within... i long to taste your world, feel the warmth always within.. Aphrodite, let me taste from the juice as it drips ......Read the rest...

...Unblouse your breast Where to nuzzle and warm Areola to moisten and mouth Urgency need, I scarce was born Unclothe me in all unrighteousness Sing for me no lullabye Fetus reflection in alabast......Read the rest...

...Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles Lifts and twirls me round ......Read the rest...

...Languorus strokes trace the texture and curves, the heat gently burns deep in the pit of my soul Wooing areola the tip of your tongue glides to its target teasing tips to a frenzy Al......Read the rest...

...Make Love Not War I want to plant sugar-mines, that blow on footfall’s touch, they slap you on the calfs and thighs and splash chocolate on your crotch then quickly I’ll plant cleavage b......Read the rest...

...To cast an infinite chamber In certain places of the moon, To twist and to waltz Till the black night fades. Then soften at sultry morning Underneath a baobab tree While afternoon stroked the horizon......Read the rest...

...anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne; invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs, the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration or helium filled masks for ass......Read the rest...

...Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne; invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs, the night sweats. Kleptomania r......Read the rest...

...Areola trips Sensations con, Tour arête In ambience sighs O! Deliverance; Valley of flower Tickles raw to whiff In orchid bloom: Dribbles embrace Fragrance tangs Lewd connections I......Read the rest...