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Treasure For Tongue
Slight spasms
slow licks
appreciated
in loud howls
the affirmation
the clutch of my hair
driving me to feast
knowing I've been starved
for the haunting to occur
after I've filled my mouth
and mapped her on my tongue.
slow licks
appreciated
in loud howls
the affirmation
the clutch of my hair
driving me to feast
knowing I've been starved
for the haunting to occur
after I've filled my mouth
and mapped her on my tongue.
Published 6th Feb 2019
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6th Feb 2019 1:17am
6th Feb 2019 2:13am
Mmm, love this yummy mind provoking picture. Thank you for the tease. *grin* A man who likes to please always has a compass.;) Reminds me of this oldie you had added.
"Her body was a labyrinth
And he a mere impetuous traveler
His hands and mouth navigated her swells And in every cavern did he voyage
Searching her latitude and longitude
As if a map in his hand; her cries Her beckoning scent; his truest compass"
Forgive the layout. Grrrr
"Her body was a labyrinth
And he a mere impetuous traveler
His hands and mouth navigated her swells And in every cavern did he voyage
Searching her latitude and longitude
As if a map in his hand; her cries Her beckoning scent; his truest compass"
Forgive the layout. Grrrr
6th Feb 2019 2:15am
6th Feb 2019 4:06am
