You.
Me.
A bag full of sin.
What lies within?
Who knows?
Dark delights.
Candle light.
Texture, taste and tassels?
Tales of darkness fill my mind.
Musky scent and moans of pleasure.
Tongue it slowly flicks across your silken lips.
A smile, a sound, a soft caress.
My body and patience you so test.
That sweet look and one of pain.
Oh my darling, I refrain.
Clenched so tight against my flesh.
Those kegel’s really work you know.
Gripping, biting, pinching too.
My body yours, and yours mine too.
I taste the pleasure, beg for pain.
Want your body, mind and more!
Want you lying on the floor.
Taste you walking up the stairs.
Pull you in and grab your hair.
Spear your heart with words so pure.
Dance upon the bathroom wall.
Feel the coolness of the tiles.
As your chest is pressed against.
As my sinful wicked tongue.
Does that thing that’s deemed so wrong.
As you gasp and grip yourself.
As my actions overwhelm.
Dancing lights behind your lids.
Tightly shut and from light hid.
Feeling, screaming, swearing at.
My delightfully decadent delicious act.
Fingers slip and tongue does slide.
Cunning linguist and bow-tied.
Nothing more and nothing less.
The light that shines against your dark.
The sunshine to your moon.
To bring you joy, such happiness.
To leave you wanton, begging please!
Let me drift on to my knees.
Let me take you, really please.
Pleasure you, return the sin.
Hear you scream and shake within.
Feel my flesh and taste the dew.
Sinful, wicked, wanton you.
This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
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