Biting Into A York Peppermint Patty!

Wow, great poem, you have a way with words.

Jaqui

thank you kindly for reading..so glad you enjoyed!!

The Peppermint Patty is just an appetizer for a truly eloquent turn on.  "Ink spilt upon thighs" makes one realize how mighty the pen and inkwell can be.  Fine work Desire!

I LOVE York peppermint patties!! BUT if that's what u taste like!? I'm positive, I will become a hopeless, pathetic addicted to eating every molecule of you every single moment lol

Holy mother of all sweets this was sweeter than any flavored nugget i've read in a long time.  
What a flow, what imagery, effortless, sexy, hot..and you kept the reader hook from the start.  Definitely one that i will be thinking, 'I wish i had written this...'  Awesome erotica PD xox

if my understanding is correct
a york peppermint patty
is supposed to leave behind a
cool sensation..
but your residue was hawt,steamy
and very spicy
just sayin!!..
ha ha
very very nice PD!!

sorghum secrets seep
steeped  slow and sweet
searing sensations
tingling vibrations

Hearing from your creating
searing sensations, but I am not fearing the heat slaking
Since “Wicked Wordsmith” kicked our meta-maze-sense it's been “Good Vibrations”.

acoustic imagery
approach singularity
The notes you share with me
spiraling gravity
Firing up the bareness we see
this... is ...what you do to me


In dreams we switch shoes, so what I speak of doing to--I seek to do with you

raid my pantry, buttery treats in my hands, the scent and heat when you stand near me
mmm my sweet candy, oh exquisite meat you fancy?
like a panty vigilante, always primed for “When are we free?” No time for “Can we…?”
with just one word :) uncanny

make words adaptive
til i'm held captive… just to hear you gasp and blush, that's the hidden spot I need to see
cuffed by curiosity
bound to break free
Aaaaand therein is the primal sound of you that wakes me

Electric connecting receptive, my hair standing on end from the theremin effect
bindings of you and me
shouts of jubilee
Grrrr….. rrrrrowwwrrr… my fine tasty lady...
"oooh baby, oooo weee"
"feels so good to me” I told you it would be...

ligatures of desire
Stride right, tied tight, my very signature is in delight and fire
deep damp and dire
Bless a Rorschach test on the sheets from the stamp we perspired, that's how to express heat like a Shiva-Kali pyre, palm to palm while pounding raw, rounding every page of the Kama
suture sutras, prickly briar
Stripping nude, but still more arose past clothes, between the paths of prose, unasked, uncomposed, just catching a look from you quick or a twitch of your lips, and double dipping never tires, whipping wildfires

consumed by verbs reaching in, teeth to skin, your moans make the tune that works
screamed safe words because every play stirs til it hurts
unlimited concepts infinite loop of honest
explored depths more testaments to press past breathless

measured intensity - I treasure every yes, caress and close-clench in subtext sent thusly
trusting completely thrusting deeply
chained by reaction reign of passion
climatic traction magic rain hatching what's within us

then the intimate rush
of the trembling hush
the freeing peace
of sweet release

Ease into the dream suite, after sweet release, revisit that smoky mixed with steam astral plane. Twisted Elixir Queen, one sip of your liquor and cream and I flip, fall out of the frame, all out of my lane, feeling your flame, next to me, claiming the breath I can't restrain

ecstasy exclaimed
as lips drip your name
I might never have dropped it in force before, but at night I have moaned and screamed yours. (No bull in that aside; I just had to set the pull of the tides)
in breathless sighs, I get restless when you write and now I know why…
Singularity conduit rides,
As a blinking infant I cried ink instead of saline, so now that's my DNA stream,
Sink in… to the hilt… to see the dawn in your eyes
ink spilt upon thighs