- Erotic Poetry
- Dance with Me
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Dance your clit around my tongue, I dare you. Feel the silent music, unheard, but felt only between your legs. Create a wetness I will taste, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your essence. My tongue will be made whole.
Dance your clit around my lust, I challenge you. Feel the music alive, aware, but felt only between your sweet lips. Create a juice I will lick, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your scent. My tongue will be made complete.
Dance your clit around my tongue, I beg you. Feel the music to be, unspoken, but felt only between your sensuality. Create a juice I will drink, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your being. My tongue will be made final.
- COMMENTS
bflagsstabout 15 years agothat you were in love with someone else, instead I heard it thru the grapevine. Anyway, this probably would of gone over better in a prose story. The first line is poetic, but then we just sort of trail off and lean on stale erotic keywords. An erotic poem that doesn't sound fresh starts to smell a little stanky, and you wanted the reader to appreciate her vagina smell.
