- Erotic Poetry
- Her Tongue
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Oh how I crave
the feel
of my slave
when I make her kneel
to take my wave
of come for her meal.
The heat
and the wet
meet
and I set
the beat
for my pet.
Her lips glide
as if in a race
they slip and slide
from the tip to the base
feeling like a joyride
during a chase.
Her tonuge takes
all it needs
as my beefstake
speeds
and begins to shake
as I finish the deed.
She eagerly eats
every drop
as my heartbeats,
flip-flop, flip-flop,
it thumps when her lips meet
mine when it all comes to a stop.
