Called by your scent, your power,
wanting to taste your nectar, you,
your living waters, your essence,
on my face, my tongue, my lips…
My eager tongue leads me,
parting your lips to tease, to taste,
your orgasm, our honey, flowing,
when we just made love…
Epic carnal pleasures, longing,
a sensory explosion of desires,
drinking of your womanhood,
your essence, my love…
Oh, how many times, a dream,
you cried out, “harder, faster”
when my fingers dance,
on your clit, my desire,
awash in your froth…
Drinking from the well of you, slowly,
as you tease me, stroke me,
getting me ready, prepared,
for another round…
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Edited January 7, 2025
Your living waters – v2
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