Curves and Rhyme

Her curves

a not so gentle

melody that plays

its symphony of lust

In a thousand ways

the gentle rise and fall

of her chest so fine

is a rhythm that matches

the beat of my heart's time

Till the stars fade out of sight

and the world runs out of rhyme

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And yet gasping

her lips are licked

and bit in a plea

As I’m teasing

her throbbing aching core

Her thighs now split

on both sides of my hips

her breast in my mouth

caught between

my teeth and my lips

Our bodies melded together

closer than skin on skin

we don’t know

where my limbs end

and hers begin