Sooo… this post is like seriously late… i wrote this piece back in July… or something like that. with the assistance of my very good friend PassionPoet. He is an awesome writer who can seem to understand you even when you’re making no sense… Thanks alot Robert….
I like that feeling…
like restless nerves
I like the wetness…
and eager tongue
I cant get enough of this torture,
Brandish your lips on me
let me feel the intensity
as you sneak past my cotton Armour
to flesh underneath.
the way that you make me crumble
with just a flick,
pink swollen pouty lips
seeking the attention of their master…
A willing slave
shackled to her desires,
weak against your tongue’s lashing
I like thrashing as
I’m striped of inhibitions,
pretending to care that you can see
so deep into me
not just my centre
but into my soul.
I like this feeling of anticipation
which borders a little on frustration
when you start teasing before…
I like that when you enter me
our halves become one perfect whole.
I like it when we find our groove
when we move in unison
as our bed groans its protest,
at our frenzied ministrations
and when we have reached the summit of our climb
we stand on the pinnacle of cresting emotions
our climax roars like many oceans
and then crashes on our collective consciousness’ shore
and we are left spread eagled
on our personal beach
catching our breaths,
I like it,
I like it just like that.