- Erotic Poetry
- Fruits of passion
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Those heavenly melons were ripe
Lost in her bountiful buxom
A warm mouth lingering
Upon her tender supple creamy flesh
Tasting her creamy sweet meat
A soft wet twisting and twirling pink muscle
Clenching teeth raking the outer soft smooth flesh
Leaving trails of redness
Sounds of sensual cries
Succulent sweet nectar oozing
Along the insides of his thick fingers
Over his rough palms
Down along to his inner wrists
Dripping down my rounded firm breasts
The ultimate sweetness
A thrill brought on by hunger and passion.
He reduces her to this
A passionate luscious ripened fruit
Ready to be picked
Plucked
To be eaten slowly and savored
To be given his attention
To ripen even more by his ways
Eaten
Placed against his soft lips
His teeth bite
His tongue tingles
Devouring her
Till there is nothing left
But the seed.
