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Red room in 303
I’m afraid,
Afraid that you’ll stop loving the taste of me,
That your taste buds will have an urge for something else,
I taste you when I rise with the sun,
I taste you when I’m riding through the 8,
I taste you when I’m on my way home from work,
My fear is that you’re tasting everyone else but me,
You can’t get what I have somewhere else,
Not even half,
See what you don’t seem to understand is that I’ve never had this,
This type of vibe where I always feel high,
The type of vibe where I just want you to be in me,
It’s our way of connecting,
Re-charging,
I don’t have to say one word because that’s our communication,
We speak with our movements,
We speak with our lips,
I speak with my phat lips as well,
When you turn me over, you’re speaking
When you lay on top of me, you’re speaking
When you pin my arms back, you’re speaking
When your tongue starts to glide down my neck, you’re speaking
When undo my tight painted on jeans, you’re speaking
When you slide down my bright colored panties, you’re speaking
When you kiss my inner thighs, you’re begging
When you slide your tongue up and down…
My legs start to shake, I’m responding
My grip gets tighter and tighter, I’m responding
When I start to moan your name, I’m submitting
When I begin to let tears roll down, I’m telling you how I FEEL
When I wraps my arms around you, I’m trying to keep you close as possible
When I start to cum, I’m letting you into a deeper place
When you lay back down next to me, and look at me, with that smile
Shit, how I love when you smile after,
I smile back,
“What’s up?”
Afraid that you’ll stop loving the taste of me,
That your taste buds will have an urge for something else,
I taste you when I rise with the sun,
I taste you when I’m riding through the 8,
I taste you when I’m on my way home from work,
My fear is that you’re tasting everyone else but me,
You can’t get what I have somewhere else,
Not even half,
See what you don’t seem to understand is that I’ve never had this,
This type of vibe where I always feel high,
The type of vibe where I just want you to be in me,
It’s our way of connecting,
Re-charging,
I don’t have to say one word because that’s our communication,
We speak with our movements,
We speak with our lips,
I speak with my phat lips as well,
When you turn me over, you’re speaking
When you lay on top of me, you’re speaking
When you pin my arms back, you’re speaking
When your tongue starts to glide down my neck, you’re speaking
When undo my tight painted on jeans, you’re speaking
When you slide down my bright colored panties, you’re speaking
When you kiss my inner thighs, you’re begging
When you slide your tongue up and down…
My legs start to shake, I’m responding
My grip gets tighter and tighter, I’m responding
When I start to moan your name, I’m submitting
When I begin to let tears roll down, I’m telling you how I FEEL
When I wraps my arms around you, I’m trying to keep you close as possible
When I start to cum, I’m letting you into a deeper place
When you lay back down next to me, and look at me, with that smile
Shit, how I love when you smile after,
I smile back,
“What’s up?”
Published 17th Dec 2015
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18th Dec 2015 8:03pm
again beautiful and sensual write, there's no love like real love and as long as it exists poets will write about it :-)
excellent :-)
excellent :-)
19th Dec 2015 2:16am
19th Dec 2015 11:20am
Hopefully your fears are groundless - but your poem is very likeable. S.O.
11th Jan 2016 1:27am
Another beautiful Erotica poem. I too feel the same when it comes to hoping my significant other doesn't fall for someone else's romance. Beautifully written love!
