Black Lace
Firm hands
steady
anxious hips
with
moist lips
awaiting
quivering kisses
Press
your face
against
my lace
and let
my body sing
Precision
with
little hesitation
sets
the disposition
Insatiable craving
yet
slightly moistened
anticipating
powerful rumbling
Passion rips
through
her quietness,
allowing
soft purrs
to escape
moist lips
Press
your face
against
my lace,
crave the
sweet taste
of my nectar
Bury
your head
deeper
release
my inhibitions
Nibble
on the wrapper
that covers
my saccharinity,
relish
my sap
as it seeps forth
Unwrap
my sweetness,
unveil the light
fuzz of
my
ripened fruit
And let me
sip
just from
the tip…
Your poetry takes me on a mental trip that I desire to be physical. The best written version of this experience I have ever reaad