Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com

Red Door
“........The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies”
the red door...
…..opened up
and my God, I wanted more,
so much more
the power of her potion
I can't fathom
it was as if those
slender legs went on
for miles
shaped like
a Pinot Noir glass,
fashioned exquisitely by the creator s hands
triggering a solitary muscle,
yielding a smile
as she spread those thighs
joining her hips and derriere
with the simple, sensual elegance...perfection
and alas her fragrant Airomé,
filled my nostrils.....I am open
my mouth sipped from her
thin-lipped, svelte profile
it's shape, perfect for swirling
her finest vintage
lips sucking, tongue curling....satisfaction
the sweet breath of her pussy
intoxicates me, lest I breathe
it's enchantment
the fragrance of her
“Red Door”.....
….I want more, yes I want more
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6
reading list entries 2
comments 5
reads 1037
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.