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Danse Nocturnal.....
that feeling....
…..that taste in my mouth
as she slips between my parted lips
strong hands grasp her soft Parisian hips
pulling her inside, my oh my
she taste so divine, I drown inside her wet treasures
so natural, so earthy
“Gaia”.....she watches me
gently
knowing
that I
will always
treat her......right
How she danced “au nocturnal” upon my tongue....
….all night
my tiny dancer
a flourished flutter
against the lively tip of her
quiescent pleasure....
…..the sounds of her whispers
The cooing in my ear
lento....slow, deliberate and steady
molto alegretto......oh my god, shifting my atmosphere
the penultimate climax.....”Camille” I cry
euphoric, breathtaking
the moment that she, that I....
...come to the conclusion that
she is my muse
and I her most intimate pleasure
….moments in love together
Selah
Published 12th Oct 2017
| Edited 13th Oct 2017
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13th Oct 2017 4:12pm
This was exceptional! Your use of references is phenomenal, and helps the reader develop a clearer picture. Well done!
14th Oct 2017 2:26pm
Thank you Bonzi..... written ink should make feel and pull you into the experience. I'm hoping this did that for you
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17th Oct 2017 2:04am
....Thank you for the compliment. btw.....I've just "scaled your high mountain" and let me say the view was breathtaking. Please read more of me and and I shall do the same for you 😇
30th Oct 2017 3:49am
Wow, love this
my tiny dancer
a flourished flutter
against the lively tip of her
quiescent pleasure....
my tiny dancer
a flourished flutter
against the lively tip of her
quiescent pleasure....
14th Dec 2017 11:43pm
Lol. You are so clean and professional. Compared to you my poems sound like pure smut
