Food For Thought

Food For Thought

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: March 17, 2018

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Submitted: March 17, 2018

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Food for Thought

Not speaking in reference to store bought

A feast to enjoy pleasing to the eyes

Belly you lay, Milky Way center for a tongue’s licking surprise

Calloused palms caressing upon smooth thighs

Echoing explicit lyrics behind moanful outcries

 

Nakedness, seesawing against the rotating current tides, shutting in pleasure, of one’s bedroom eyes

Elevate my body, pass the stars, all the way to the celestial majestic skies

Ecstasy knocking on the door, permitted entry welcomes pants of sighs

A feeling that comes and goes as time flies

Glistening drippings around my deep sea lagoon

Parting it, now dining al la carte, without a spoon

 

Umm, do not stop, your tongue and my center core have not quite met, as of yet

Clenched skin tighter, oh, the juices are flowing, oh baby, you’re so wet

Drinking sweeten elixir, now dining on the main course, oh boy, what a double threat

Nothing has never felt righter, and quite liberating

Tongue inside steadily vibrating

Weakening my passage walls with its firing migrating

Head shaking as the tip of its bell rings side by side

Anchoring deeper for an elongated dipsy sea dive

 

My silken gateway has passed the zenith, weakening appearance, begging for its feverish need

Give me more haste, less speed

Umm, the bait has been caught

Pools of desires hooked and sought

Crested, rested, oh baby, can you feel my dam of release

Palm to head, siphoning the stream of my essence as you continue to please

Tasting my soul, meeting your throat as it slides down

Thoroughly enjoying the remnants of your feast of face, inside his mouth has been drowned

 

You for me, and I’m for you

Let’s flip the coin to change the groove

The number sixty-nine what a glorious unified duo when not in slumber

One swallow for me not to be outnumbered

Palm wrapped around the extended ego of man

Pumping up the volume, coveting the helmet, giving it all it could stand

 

Seeds of release angrily pulsating to free

Withdrawing, allowing my face to feel the warm escaping need

Pearly as it blows

To face, eyes, and some grazing my nose

Housing its comfort soothing the rumple

Animalistic content found in a bedded jungle

 

Words confined to the state of the mind

The next clandestine affair we dine on my time

On my stomach, tongue dividing, what lovely soft cheeks

Thoughts engaging fantasies, the one the mind comes to meet

Handsome one, is that the opening you really seek

Constricted, some would definitely say, off limits and restricted

 

Once it’s limbered up

Yearning rains filling its cup

Stabbing pains of heightened passion

I have a tolerance for any type of fashion

Wearing it oh so well

But shh, I will never tell


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