- Erotic Poetry
- Honey
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He watches me dance under him.
My milky skin reflecting the moonlight.
My green eyes seeing past the surface of his soul.
I anticipate his every intent.
His excitement is apparent.
He isn't done with me yet.
I'm his little nymph.
Begging for his touch.
Just one growl from his grin.
Makes me wet.
My sweet honey drenching his tongue.
Clinging to his sheets.
As he laps my sticky sweet.
In long strokes.
In search of everything that lay beneath.
And his hands are roaming.
Lingering in the most supple of places.
Making my moans echo around us.
With flicks of his fingers and tongue.
Wrapping myself around him.
He presses in.
Just barely.
Teasing.
Not giving me another inch.
Until I'm begging.
Words angelic to his beast.
He knows he is the beginning to my undoing.
He slows to admire waves of ecstasy crash over my face.
Then he spills into me.
The milk to my honey.
His for the taking.
His for the tasting.
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