Areola Poems - Poems about Areola

...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 More

...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 More

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

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...Steam, white ribbons ascending upward, becoming breath of blue sky. Steam, shadows of angels shooting arrows into the proprietor of daily peril. Steam, silhouettes of songs circumnavigatio......Read More

...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 More

...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 cleavag......Read More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More