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Click hereTell me
I’m beautiful.
I need to hear the words from your lips,
want to feel the words on your breath
Exhale them
on my neck
as you worship me.
Kiss me softly
and moan when you taste my tongue.
Marry your eyes to my movements
as I slowly peel away my blouse,
my jeans, my lacy black bra.
Draw your breath in sharp
when you catch sight of my breasts.
Wrap me tight
in arms that feed me your desire.
Tattoo your fevered lips
across my shoulders, waist and thighs.
Play the instrument of my skin
with strong hands and soft tongue,
singing praises to my flesh.
Brush my nipples lightly,
they will knot beneath your touch
as my motor slowly
moans to life. Suckle
until I’m purring steadily.
Then kneel
at the altar of my woman flower
and breathe
hard, hinting your approach
across my dewey flesh.
Summon my sweet nectar
with a slow, firm tongue.
Bathe me in desire
until wantonly
with trembling voice I demand you
take me, fill me, fuck me.
Then do as you are bade
and scream out your orgasm
so I will know
how much you appreciate
my invitation.
Repeat as desired.
and more than a dash of hot. I love the way your verbs
help paint this lusty visual. sandspike
Very few make this type of poem 'alive ' the way you do.
and the last line is perfect.