erotic poem (Remove filter)
Desire
knees buckle beneath the heaviness
of your creamy taste between my lips.
Inside I'm like a waterfall: gushing, dripping, a soiled mess
I tremble, drunk on your desires
and, the vivid scenes you whisper to me-
- makes me only want you more.
Tuesday 29th September 2020 10:54 pm
Shower Time
Water
descends.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping...
from her silky long hair,
cascading.
Onto,
a fine, structured bridge: her collarbone.
Falling
lower
and lower,
striking and
rolling
down
a curve
of fine, pert breasts
and erect nipples.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping.
Caressing nude skin.
A delicate, seductive, touch.
Down.
Down.
Advancing
...Sunday 26th July 2020 6:43 pm
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