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At His Mercy
I have missed his beastly hunger
The anticipation, making the pounding of my mind pulsate with relinquished considerations
A quiet feeling embedded, loud enough to mesmerize me
Once I’m captured, weakened at the knees
Stirring the yearnings of my body into a heightened frenzy
Taking my breath, owning the air I breathe, claiming my curvaceous physique
Chained to the obedience of his addictive bondage
Only to escape to the wonderous thrashes his thrust mar deep inside me
My handsome one, you have been slipping in and out of my dreams
Seducing me in the reality of your desires
Smelling all over me, like the prey I have become
Sniffing out the core of my fragility
Wrapping my palm around his aching arousal
Drooling in the spoils of his sentiments I give
My wonderfully soft breasts so warm as his cock nestles between them
How often have I dreamed of his tongue teasing the wet cove of my pleasure
His happy face buried in the soft folds, deeply inhaling me in
The tip of his tongue making love to my trickling slit
Tasting it for the dewy raindrops his lips ache to greet
His mouth to savor
Headboard gripped, gyrating upon his face in gypsy abandonment
Palming my upper thighs
His tongue flicking at my clit
Planting it with a kiss, a spit, dosing lick
Tell me, my love, how sweet it is
The anticipation, making the pounding of my mind pulsate with relinquished considerations
A quiet feeling embedded, loud enough to mesmerize me
Once I’m captured, weakened at the knees
Stirring the yearnings of my body into a heightened frenzy
Taking my breath, owning the air I breathe, claiming my curvaceous physique
Chained to the obedience of his addictive bondage
Only to escape to the wonderous thrashes his thrust mar deep inside me
My handsome one, you have been slipping in and out of my dreams
Seducing me in the reality of your desires
Smelling all over me, like the prey I have become
Sniffing out the core of my fragility
Wrapping my palm around his aching arousal
Drooling in the spoils of his sentiments I give
My wonderfully soft breasts so warm as his cock nestles between them
How often have I dreamed of his tongue teasing the wet cove of my pleasure
His happy face buried in the soft folds, deeply inhaling me in
The tip of his tongue making love to my trickling slit
Tasting it for the dewy raindrops his lips ache to greet
His mouth to savor
Headboard gripped, gyrating upon his face in gypsy abandonment
Palming my upper thighs
His tongue flicking at my clit
Planting it with a kiss, a spit, dosing lick
Tell me, my love, how sweet it is
Published 5th Dec 2022
Author's Note
There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.
Denis Diderot
Denis Diderot
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5th Dec 2022 1:01am
WOW my dear friend this video and your voice send me to the heights of passion just beautiful your voice is so sweet and seductive in this spoken poem
5th Dec 2022 1:24am
5th Dec 2022 1:36am
Wow 👏 I must it admit? This makes 👌 you wonder is it really as sweet as it sounds so soft and moist tender to the touch how wet it would get at the sound of my voice!! Mmm such sweet delight 😋 why would one even fight!! Please 🙏 keep on right! I mean writing ✍ queen ok 👌 peace ✌ and blessings always 🙏
Favourite pair of verses:
Wrapping my palm around his aching arousal
Drooling in the spoils of his sentiments I give
My wonderfully soft breasts so warm as his cock nestles between them
How often have I dreamed of his tongue teasing the wet cove of my pleasure
His happy face buried in the soft folds, deeply inhaling me in
The tip of his tongue making love to my trickling slit
Tasting it for the dewy raindrops his lips ache to greet
His mouth to savor
Headboard gripped, gyrating upon his face in gypsy abandonment
The lone last line reads as an invitation "Go through all the above with me, then tell me!"
Loved the sound of your slow seductive read of the lines.
A short rhyme of tribute to you has come to my mind:
You are productive
of lines seductive,
that are inviting
thoughts of uniting.
Wrapping my palm around his aching arousal
Drooling in the spoils of his sentiments I give
My wonderfully soft breasts so warm as his cock nestles between them
How often have I dreamed of his tongue teasing the wet cove of my pleasure
His happy face buried in the soft folds, deeply inhaling me in
The tip of his tongue making love to my trickling slit
Tasting it for the dewy raindrops his lips ache to greet
His mouth to savor
Headboard gripped, gyrating upon his face in gypsy abandonment
The lone last line reads as an invitation "Go through all the above with me, then tell me!"
Loved the sound of your slow seductive read of the lines.
A short rhyme of tribute to you has come to my mind:
You are productive
of lines seductive,
that are inviting
thoughts of uniting.
5th Dec 2022 11:58am
All the makings for sweet, pulsing sensations. You have guided the member to the finest of indulgences with these words (and the bonus of a reading). Mercy, indeed!
5th Dec 2022 11:19pm
Drooling in the spoils of his sentiment… along with other great lines this was well written
