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Prelude to Taste
let's find a place quiet
sans message mis-timed
relax and unwind
make love within minds
This is NOT Sixty-Nine !!!
not quite....
its kinda like:
bq
letter's ellipses
show
up-side down kisses
totally nekkid
respectively wicked
feet hang off mattress
at opposite bed ends
we smooch upside down
we ain’t foolin 'round
we just getting primed
for that S-L-O-W trip downtown
start our descent
lower to neck
kisses whet interests
dense prelude to sex
don’t bite too hard
don’t leave a mark
both too mature
to field nasty snarks
mouths caress
flesh is blessed
slowly descend
to chests of breast
on surface of mine
you reach a hairline
filaments fine
tickle nose, we align
on surface of yours
dermis of course
both on the cusp
of temporal morph
greet areola
mine a lot smallah
yours darker color
extension much furthah
hear moaning start
lips beat pon hearts
licking, nibbling
sensitive parts
this new position
a sexy Revision:
Pd
one more crossing
til pubic prairie
my trip sublime
soft and slim
your ordeal?
follicular again
my dear dear lover,
so oft in a rush
chosse to eschew
most of the mush
go straight for the dick,
straight to the suck
straight to the fuck
you're circumstance stuck...
---in tempo Presto
but now we can slow
lips project Tones
from Deep-Throated moans
let's vibrate this place
in leisurely pace
haste would disgrace
Our Prelude to Taste
mouth on my Man,
lips of your Lady
fly as we sink
in delicate frenzy
eyes closed cant see,
minds don’t quite think
entranced in wet dance
delectable ecstasy
behaving much younger
insatiable hunger
physical awareness
intellectual slumber
soon we’ll reach moments
of lightning and thunder
no need ever mention
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