By B.K
Date: 1 March 2001

Your Mouth

The sound of your voice

drives me wild,

sends my mind rushing

to hidden desires,

a secret place

where just your whisper

consumes me

weakening inhibitions,

I take control

move my throbbing

clitoris into your mouth

rubbing the musky scent

of me over your face

marking territory, mine.

I love this surrender

you command, as you

slide your tongue into my

sticky web of ecstasy,

devouring me, until I scream

your name, over and over again.



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