My Soft Rainfall Upon His Lips

My Soft Rainfall Upon His Lips

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion. Edgar Allan Poe


With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Edgar Allan Poe


Submitted: January 27, 2019

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Submitted: January 27, 2019



My Soft Rainfall Upon His Lips

Mm lay upon the bed of me pollinate the rose petal of my inner silken calling

Baptize in the holiness of my nakedness

Let my mouth Christen the head of your knowledge as your carnal foray gets hard of its nature obedience

Thrust the length inside my vessel that speaks truth unto you over and over again

My palm grasp, pumping the hand of fate as your pearly stream seeps forth

Allowing my mouth to suckle the creed of you

Savoring the flavor of the image from which you stand

Stain my lips as the drool from siphoning your life force, coats my existence

Trickling down my chin

Onto my breasts, mooring on the perkiness of my nipple tips

Rubbing the essence into my supple skin

Oh…baby… I want to hear myself moan out your name when you lay me upon green pastures

Climbing between my thighs, fingering my wet slit

Inhaling the succulent scent of my cunt

Arching my back, waiting from you to stick your tongue deep inside me

Tasting my pre-climatic juices, needing, wanting, your mouth coveting my butter rum abyss

Kissing around my soft folds

Your fingers and tongue meeting at the pinkish ingress

Wetness in the net of anticipation

Tender kisses throughout my downy hairs

Delaying my sweet agony for you to taste me

Overwhelming my sweeten nature

Mm…consume my soul

My body withering in heat, a hidden flame only you can ignite

My skin tinkling, my body dying a thousand deaths

Only your manly Sacral Charka can resuscitate

My limbs joining around your back

Uplifting my pelvis, your mouth greeting the feast of me

Hold me close to your strength

Oh got me …take me…

Reach out, touch the silhouette of my soul

Quench your thirst from the fountain of my ecstasy, robbing my core

Allow my pussy juices to smoothly glide down your throat

Get high dining on my skin

Intoxicated as you dip your dick deeper inside me

Steal my breaths as you kiss my willing lips

Whisper in my ear, ‘hold on to me’ as the wind is taking our bodies higher

Passion is our only escape, lust of one another is our only freedom

Your hands imprinting me, your body engraving into mine

Your love lashes marking my skin as you clench me tighter

Two beings suspending in a state of physical abandonment

Blending the windows of entwined souls

My mouth speaking in tongues as you claim the depth of my aura for your own

Twisting the master key of my emotions

The net of my body blindly surrendering unto you

Blending my essence into your mighty extension of life

Your manhood bathing in the rapture of my salvation, my divinity

The fever, the hunger, the rapture between two stalwart beings not found of this time

Given reverence unto us in this moment

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