- Erotic Poetry
- Unspoken Story
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I raise my hand
to stroke your face,
my thumb tracing your cheek,
languidly,
in casual circles.
You take my hand in both of yours,
closing your eyes as you press it
possessively
to you
before bringing it down
to your lips.
Your nose tells you
an unspoken story,
one you had expected,
anticipated,
even longed for.
You draw two of my fingers
between your lips,
circling your tongue
around
and between them,
knowing
that their story began
at the join of my thighs,
pressed
deep in its slippery folds.
You can taste
a tiny fraction of the juices
that coated them so
deliciously
only moments earlier...
moisture still running down my leg.
Will you kneel before me
to catch them with your tongue,
snaking a path
north
to the source?
Will you watch me
as I writhe on your face,
calling out your name?
And will you hold me up
when I can no longer stand,
all of my strength compromised
and my body spent from your
tender-tongued
caresses?
And what,
my love,
What
would you have me do
to you
in return?
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