Coup de Grâce

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Inviting taste as we embrace,
you tantalize me with your lipstick
kisses. It's as if I'm tasting

wine, My Beauty, your tongue chasing
mine to touch, to tease. I sip
and savor tasting your embrace.

I brush my lips along your face
that blushes pink the while I strip
you naked, nibble at your waist

and spread your lips, tongue racing
to begin. You move your hips
inviting more than mere embrace.

I'd trade no other lover's place.
no other wine, no other lips,
no other fingers interlacing

mine to hear you cry "Oh yes!,"
the coup de grâce, our nightly tryst.
You sting me with your legs embracing
me below your pale wasp waist.

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LyricalliLyricalliover 7 years ago
Oh my...

this is a sexy little piece. A soft, slow seduction, and a read that's easy to just melt into. I like this very much.

legerdemerlegerdemerover 7 years ago
Seductive

This one seduces more with every reading. A lovely gift for the lucky lady, with roses and a chocolate truffle, on her pillow...

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Naghw, sounden lick yo

is haben todo wit a hoss Al dis floury stuffin is a lung draggon Don'ten da fluz haben ta sey nutin?

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