Desires

Always best shared

She said

“Let my body

burn in your hands

Feel how you

strip my soul

of the innocence

lost in the falling clothes

Let me be an offering

to your caresses and whims”

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She revealed

her inner thighs

to my gaze

Her scent attracting

my greedy appraisal

My un-rushed love bite

a navigation marker

towards my prize

Joyous were her moans

of impatient release

developments of a mind

lost in the heat

of her bodies rapture

Pausing to admire

I wink a wolfish grin

Knowing that a slow

devouring is ahead

and like a languid stream

sweetness trickles

from her lips

cascading…

along the

soft arc of her thighs

Your body can’t wait

to savour the flavours

of our love

As I taste

the lip of

her holy grail

Then bite