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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