I can still taste
The brine of your lust on the insides of my cheeks,
And between my flesh-biting teeth.
I can still feel your dampness on my mane of fire-flecked ebony,
And your spurts of moonsheen between my scratched thighs,
And across my neck,
Like a choker of muted starlight.
I can still smell my petaled love on your honeysweet breath,
And on your wet yielding mouth.
I can still hear your laboured rhythmic whispers beating on my eardrums
As I writhe
And pant
Through every step of my day.
~~~
❤👽
~~~
*** Woke up horny again, Sugar Tits? ***
*** I haven’t even woken up yet…. I’m still making love to my dreams. ***
Beautiful & sensual imagery….the rhythm is magnificent….your rhyme is beyond words…
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome ✨
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mmmmm the best
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Nom nom nom!
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mmhhmm very much so… I’ll lick up the crumbs 😉
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Ooooo!!!!! Lol
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