Alone

Moistness

Upon my fingertips

As they slowly caress

The swollen lips

Of my womanhood

Anxiously

Feeding the need

As I indulge

In these impure thoughts

Of you 

Your cock

Stiff and throbbing

Against

My tongue

As I take you all the way

In

and out

Tasting

Every inch of you

Until

You’re begging

To be inside of me 

So deeply

You penetrate me

As sweat stained flesh

Rocks

Back and forth

With each thrust

Harder, faster now

You fuck me

As I ache for release

Nails

Leaving scars upon flesh

Of arched backs and glistening skin 

I Explode 

Tasting him....

On my fingertips

On my mind 

“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry”...sensual poetry from one of the great erotic souls, for more Amy Pelletier, visit Wilted Rose.

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