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Slow Tease

Poetry By: Twisted

Please, it's 12:56 a.m. here. I need some major sleep, lol.

Submitted:May 18, 2007    Reads: 1,353    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

His hand fell like rain against the side of my hip,
to my honey glazed vagina, dripping my perfumed liquor.
As candlelight shadows flicker, you shift, and I can feel your dick at the apex of my thighs,
you lick my breasts, and make me cry out in pleasure.
Call me your [fucking] whore, as my dark fanning hair spread like a dark halo for your dirty angel,
the dark tendrils of hair in between smooth, muscular thighs are wet with passion.
Whisper to me: " Soon, I'll be there nestled in pink caverns, squeezing tightly; I'm [inside] you.
my stomach muscles clench as you slip inside me slowly, like a feathery touch of sin.
Envy that inferno that starts in my saturated and virgin pussy,
your teeth tugging gently at my distended bud.
My butterfly tattoo twisting with my movements; lifting my hips as you lightly nibble, bite, and suck,
your tongue delving further into my fire.
Your pale hand beginning it's own erotic tango along my curves,
Your grating stare darkens in this midnight dance.
[Lust] after the vanity of your fucking tongue delving ever so deeper,
your and my avarice as I held you head there in between my legs.
Feel the wrath of unspent gratification unaccompanied, should I have to coerce myself to excitement,
smell the sweet scented liquid of your thrust.
I moan and beg as I tangle myself to ascend higher my throne of fervor that is justly mine,
spill your pearl white and hot ecstasy into my overflowing essence.
I whisper to you with full luscious lips: " Excite Me".


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