Passion

The kiss of nails and teeth

Your words set the pace

with trembling speed

Closing my eyes

trying to be patient

and unrelenting tension

Each kiss of your nails

sowing seeds

and dragging heavy eyes

along the darkest part of night

Blood hastens to my

mushroom tip

Everytime your tender

fingers creep and crawl

over my skin

My endless frustration

with every tease and pull

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But when

Your legs are raised

arched over my

broad shoulders

Your hips gripped

in my hands

as you grasp the sheet

Such wicked torment

as I weave hollow paths

with my tongue

where you ache

Bite marks brand

your inner thighs

Your desire glistens

on your lips

a tumult of fingers

Creating her bliss

Drinking honey

that tastes like wine

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And then

I plunder