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Bites
A drip from the lip, your sustenance
sustaining my meaning of life
in awe, I'm tempted to bite
yes that bite of trust
truth once lost now held tight
in more than one night
a series of chances, not forsaken
but taken
a tip to the waiter of might
and we might, cross or stake
root where the Mainecoon roam
walking on home
where bosoms touch
I on my knees
praying to your mound
encircling, riches fully shared
sights and sighs
traced then tongued
entranced,your thighs,
forever young
a soliloquy of time and intent
not just love letters sent
hardened
our road towards death diverted
as I delve inside your eyes
sustaining my meaning of life
in awe, I'm tempted to bite
yes that bite of trust
truth once lost now held tight
in more than one night
a series of chances, not forsaken
but taken
a tip to the waiter of might
and we might, cross or stake
root where the Mainecoon roam
walking on home
where bosoms touch
I on my knees
praying to your mound
encircling, riches fully shared
sights and sighs
traced then tongued
entranced,your thighs,
forever young
a soliloquy of time and intent
not just love letters sent
hardened
our road towards death diverted
as I delve inside your eyes
Published 5th Jan 2020
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6th Jan 2020 6:33pm
8th Jan 2020 00:04am
i adore that second stanza...
... it's a wonderful transition from tentative to taunting while still maintaining that delicately sensual touch I've come to associate with your pen.
a great write, Tim
... it's a wonderful transition from tentative to taunting while still maintaining that delicately sensual touch I've come to associate with your pen.
a great write, Tim
