the following is an excerpt from a long poem I wrote 12/5/2009 as mentioned above...
...your tongue-- a runaway thief at dusk
stealing my sanity, replacing it with a multitude of pains and pleasures--
the pain of the absence of your touch in every place all at once
my body demands it
the intensity of your kisses begin to reveal your raw nature
passionately branding my lips which will forever cherish its scars
such pleasure
you pull back, denying me your lips
to smile slyly-- naughtily
to ask me again... what you already know the answer to
but you've found proof of it
pouting...
So gentle... thick fingers test a rhythmic theory
damn its delicious, the noises made by man...
Queen Poetess B (c) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved
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