Long, Slow Fuck

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The tip of a hot, wet tongueWrites a silver songAcross delicate skin,Dancing overA fluttering pulse beneath the satin surface.Soft, sucking kissesTrace a torpid isveçbahis pace overBreasts that rise to greet themWith soporific fervency.Languid fingers smooth spiced dewAcross splayed, glistening petalsAs they scent the air with honeyed intent.A drop isveçbahis giriş of crystal incenseIs beckoned to mingle amongstThe sweet, wet folds,And the rising swell of powerIs brought to slideOn velvet cushioned lips.Heady air and slow, deep breathing;Gentle isveçbahis yeni giriş entry, deepening progress;Gliding skin and hot, wet desires;Undulating bodies and permeating scents.Long and slow,A humming sounds in the deep,Across the fields of midnight red;Colossal rolls of thunder rising,A steady swell of perfumed lust.Kiss my lips and naked body,And share with meA long, slow fuck.This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.