Petting pampered skin, lusting eyes search the waters with trepped
fingers,
You are a succulent catastrophe, never far away from my lips.
Whispers of open wide, wider, let me in….
Juices that flow, that drip on my tongue, lapping , never ending,
eyes closed… face so beautiful in the light , feather light deep into you.
Deeper yet, I touch your heart, sighing, breathing in the nectar, the
sweet scent of dark blues on red.
Plated to be served upon my tongue, surrender the heart, give up…..
The past doesn’t exist. Lips touch, lips lock…..
Embrace with hands that consume, wrap naked flesh upon naked flesh.
Pulse of the earth….. life ever ticking, ticking clock on the wall. tongue in
your mouth, wet warm rising , I see everything.
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