My delicious lover
you unfold me
one silken layer
at a time
Your whispers are
sweet agave honey
I am bound in
cotton candy
as you place seductive morsels
into my compliant mouth
hinting there is more
to come
if only I keep
my eyes closed
I ache to taste
your salty kisses
I am hungry, greedy
lapping up the attention
you give to my curves
Feasting at the way
you devour my neck
as you trail your way
dripping mulberry wine
without reserve
on my hidden path
Nothing else matters
All is a blur
Behind the closed curtains
the candle burns with us
as I tremble in
silent anticipation
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I always try to keep classy, John. My grandmother always said "be a lady on the streets, but what you do behind closed doors is between you and your man."
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Curious how many women see such with such sentiment, while most men are far more visceral in their view of the same. Perhaps the combination of both views makes these lustful undertakings be a perfect experience for them both.
Loved this...a lot. I think it's a unanimous reaction, but all appearances. You're hot! :)
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I think we bring to the table different "morsels" which create a wonderful meal. How's that for a metaphor??
Thank you so much for the feature!