- Erotic Poetry
- My Favorite Flavor
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To taste you is heaven. Every inch of you.
To smell the fresh clean of your skin, lips brushing over your flushed cheeks and diving for the hollow of your throat, placing a cherished kiss at the indentation, an offering.
Following the faint shadows to the cleft between your breasts and inhale your warmth, fingertips scouting ahead and teasing your sensitive nipples to draw into high peaks on the landscape of your body.
What an exploration.
Palms sliding over the fine smoothness of your stomach, skirting around the cavern of your navel and gracing it with the tip of my tongue, dallying lower still.
Nails sliding over your pale thighs and pressing into the flesh of your ass as I spread you open, splitting you like some ripe fruit.
Burying my face in the pit of your warmth and flushing with my own heat, tasting your nectar and drinking the juices you pour onto my tongue.
Sucking on the very pith of your being and watching you arch up into the night.
To savour you.
It is all I desire.
My favorite flavor.
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