Wet, Tongue Slips

Posted: April 15, 2014 in Poetry
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Sweet desires

are visual pleasures

naked shoulders

whispering lips on earlobes

wet, tongue slips

nape of her neck

while hands pull soft shoulders close

skin begins to respond

each other’s need met

by touching one another

close, embracing,

wet, tongue slips

traveling the underside of her breast

no gasps yet,

just smiles and content eyes

feeling the erotic sensations

sliding skin with occasional

exploration of zones

feels like lounging in silk

as her lips begin to ache for direct touch

wet, tongue slips

searching her inner thighs

while a fingertip traces fabric

that brings home a gasp

direct motion

she rises in the frame of his teeth

he bites gently drawing the fabric across her clit

gasps

Wet, tongue slips

inside.

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