Thursday, August 30, 2012

Your Taste

I want to taste know your flavor
Crave your skin in my mouth
My tongue licking just there
The soft skin as my lips slide over
Lick under sip the salty nectar

Chest heaving moaning
I need more of you
Clasping you tightly
The smell of your need
The hot explosion to cum

Your hands across my skin
Sliding parting caressing
Your breath across a tender spot
Parting fingers sliding
Moaning for more don’t stop

The coming dawn, emptiness
Knowing you are but dream
Nothing real to hold, unbearable
Drawing into myself holding tight
 Tears of sadness upon my face

Where are you?
Can you hear?
Come to me


©Saroya Poirier       August 30, 2012

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