I was lounging in sheer black lingerie and black velour heels
the last time you walked into my bedroom.
You swooped
as stealth as a fighter pilot,
planted your face between my thighs,
and carpet bombed my panties with little kisses,
each kiss blooming pleasure
like a dark flower on the surface of the thin lace,
leaving a wet trace.
You pushed my panties aside and attacked my pussy with your tongue,
savagely tender, lusciously viscous,
licking the juice,
lapping at the folds of my clitoris,
making me cry out
in anguish
for you to enter me.
And so you did.
I got on my knees
and you grasped the spikes of my heels in your hands
and slowly slid inside me from behind,
your hardness plunging
into plush wetness,
as a grunt-like sigh of ecstatic relief escaped from your lips,
the universal relief that men feel
when they return for a moment
to the womb of Woman’s embrace.
I twisted around to kiss your mouth,
but you playfully withheld,
and I begged for it, puckering and opening wide and pleading with my eyes.
You stared back at me, unyielding,
then spit hot and wet into my mouth
for me to swallow.
And only then,
with the hard and calculated mercy of a man,
you kissed me.
Well done 🙂
thanks sweetie 🙂
Love the rawness of this one…hot!
u like it raw huh? he he thanks my dear
Beautiful dear. Such a euphoric feeling of our lover tasting us ….
And I have found that oral sex performed on us (women) is an art…..
yes indeed it is. thanks for visiting. I love your tone, you have such an elegant, sweet, insightful energy about you. My favorite of my poems about oral sex is another one that I wrote about a different lover; it is called She is Like Honey https://eroticapoetica.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/she-is-like-honey/
Very graphic and saucy poetry! Thank goodness I have a fan on me
your picture distracting me
but I will still try to read your poem