- Erotic Poetry
- Wake Up Call
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Wake Up Call
In the ending of a dream,
your touch that always draws forth a sweet fluid,
finds me wet and flushed.
It's your fingers that bring me to a blissful awakening as
they expertly and slowly open the suddering lips.
From the very bottom where the lips meet,
a soft tongue spreads the flowing liquid and travels toward
a throbbing bud that has escaped from the safety of it's hood.
A delicate pink standing out in a sea of dark curling hair, that is
studded with sweet dew.
Reaching this point of pleasure, I savor the waves that pull me under
and drown me in heat.
And while you rub and tease me in to frenzy,
my hands grasp the covers and you grasp my flushed cheeks so
that you could get closer to the fervor.
With shaking legs and a delicious sigh,
my release is exquisite.
