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

Soon

©Saroya Poirier       August 30, 2012