Going in, called by your scent,
wanting to taste your nectar, you,
your living waters, your power,
on my face, my tongue, my lips…
My eager tongue leads me,
parting your lips to taste,
your orgasm, our honey,
when we just made love…
Epic carnal pleasures,
a sensory explosion of lust,
drinking of your womanhood,
your essence, my love…
Oh, how many times,
have you cried out, “harder, faster”
when my fingers did the dancing
on your clit, my desire,
awash in your froth…
Drinking from the well,
of you, slowly, as your stroke me,
getting me ready, prepared,
for another round…
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January 1, 2025
Your living waters
wanting to taste your nectar, you,
your living waters, your power,
on my face, my tongue, my lips…
parting your lips to taste,
your orgasm, our honey,
when we just made love…
a sensory explosion of lust,
drinking of your womanhood,
your essence, my love…
have you cried out, “harder, faster”
when my fingers did the dancing
on your clit, my desire,
awash in your froth…
of you, slowly, as your stroke me,
getting me ready, prepared,
for another round…
January 1, 2025
Your living waters
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