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Unconsciousness
Unconsciousness
Forgetting her genius.
Her talent
And beauty.
It was her taste I desired.
Imagining her aromatic treasures
I thirst for her.
Thinking.....
Of my lip's caress on hers
Drinking wine
From pouty lips
Quenching sips
Released to drown the fire
But we know
The tongue's tip tastes the sweet
And flows from deep
That moaning passion
Trembling grasps
Drawing hard
Burgeoning blast
Drown my lust
Mmm baby, grind in on me
That show of heat
Sweet honey release
Inside hard slow rains
Rest unconsciousness
Published 25th Aug 2017
| Edited 26th Aug 2017
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25th Aug 2017 2:28pm
This... is an absolute treasure ! 👑
May those pouty lips bless you with a thousand kisses, and more ~ 🌞🎈😎☘
May those pouty lips bless you with a thousand kisses, and more ~ 🌞🎈😎☘
25th Aug 2017 3:09pm
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26th Aug 2017 1:09pm
Anonymous
26th Aug 2017 1:32am
Talent and beauty makes it a very deadly combination Mr. G ;)
and of course no one is happier than me to see you back.
and of course no one is happier than me to see you back.
26th Aug 2017 2:20am
Anonymous
- Edited 26th Aug 2017 7:06am
26th Aug 2017 6:59am
strawberries and wine
lusciously drip
tips to lips
vines tinged
entwined
encircling
endless dreams
rearranging
between
curve of the flow
and
a bite of the flesh
earth meets sea
prelude to fugue
in starless sky
sweet, slow, rhythm
of ebb and flo
eclipsing irises
burst, full and dark
thrusting
shadows
in the void of the night
swallowing unfinished
words and moans
only a lover’s
tongue could satisfy
deep in the core
of strawberries in wine
and
endless fields of
ecstacy
fingers strum
down the spine
like
a violin
lusciously drip
tips to lips
vines tinged
entwined
encircling
endless dreams
rearranging
between
curve of the flow
and
a bite of the flesh
earth meets sea
prelude to fugue
in starless sky
sweet, slow, rhythm
of ebb and flo
eclipsing irises
burst, full and dark
thrusting
shadows
in the void of the night
swallowing unfinished
words and moans
only a lover’s
tongue could satisfy
deep in the core
of strawberries in wine
and
endless fields of
ecstacy
fingers strum
down the spine
like
a violin
26th Aug 2017 1:06pm
26th Aug 2017 3:42am
Welcome back Hawk! Your pen hasn't missed a beat. Drinking from those pouty lips and having that thirst quenched has to be divine.
Sexy as always!
Sexy as always!
26th Aug 2017 4:32am
