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Friday, July 8, 2011

Forever Wet ... Prose Poem ... (forbidden challedge week)

I forgot to write down whose blog I recieved this Pic from, but as soon as I figure it out, I will thank them properly...

Shutter,
Is the state of my body,
As my mind anticipate "your taste"...
Warm breaths of air ease on my moister, as my swelling lips gradually unfolded...
Inhaled breath breathes in the aroma of my feminine fragrance,
As fingertips ease slowly up the tender flesh of my inner thighs,
Pushing my legs open wider,
So you can get: "Closer", to the source you are after...
Soft moist kisses, rain gingerly on the flesh of my thighs,
Head tilts back, eyes close, as my mind weeps in the swirling sensations...
Warm breath cools the wet trail that follows the pink pliable tip of your tongue,
Legs shiver as goose bumps runs up its sides from the sudden chill...
Breath withheld,
Bodies lay motionless,
Silence crowds the room surrounding, as our bodies, take in the moment...
Extended tongue softly ease across the swell of my folds, slowly tasting my droplets...
After first taste,
Comes another taste,
Then another,
Again another,
Just like a wine connoisseur, your tongue slowly taste small portions of the droplets of my honey nectar,
Letting its robust taste absorb into your tongue palette...
Penetration, deepens into my folds, as the pink tip of your tongue travels past their sides softness, tasting the full pungent sweet boldness of my flavor,
Enhancing a quiet scream from my lungs, that reverberates in my throat...
Hips tilts backwards, to entice your tongue to taste the even sweeter liquid fluid receding in the deepest, darkest, corner inside my womb depths...
Fingertips reach deep into the mattress, as overwhelming sensations unfold from the center of my folds, while the tip of your tongue, slowly sips and taste the warm wet offering presented before it...
My body lifts higher off the mattress as your tongue slip ever deep into my womb depths...
Hips gyrate in rhythm of your tongue deep lashing, as my lungs grasp for air...
Hips thrust upward wildly, as my hands pull and mesh your head tight into my thighs,
Finally out of breath, my body stiffens then spasm in orgasmic release...
Ears tune in the rapture of your lungs moans, as my purest sweet nectar floods your mouth, while your tongue dash on the tip of my most sensitive spot, until my orgasmic release resends...
My body crash downward onto the mattress like a comet that has traveled too close to the earth gravitational pull, and slammed into the ground,
As my mind cleared of the passing sensations, I pondered,
Why does anything that feels or taste so good to you, is forbidden...


12 comments:

  1. This is very nice! This will definitely awaken the inner vixen to cum out and play!

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  2. Fanning myself, erotically charged and beautifully written.

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  3. this moment is so perfect. the best one, maybe...

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  4. lyricishani, play nice.. lol .. Thanks for the comment...

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  5. Pashun Nate, a humble thank you...

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  6. Kittycat, I will take that as a positive note, kittens doesn't usually like getting wet... hehe...
    Thank you for the comment...

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  7. myseduction-your desire, I might just agree with you. Thanks for the comment...

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  8. Last night Daddy lapped at me over and over and I kept getting wetter and wetter...wow, you've described it perfectly and I'd never even read this before. It's amazing that today I'd just happen to read this prose of yours describing what happened to me last night...serendipitous really;).

    Love,
    Kitty

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  9. Kitty.. For once I wrote something before you did it... ( Just joking!!) Such a heathy sexual appetite you two have. It's wonderful to see that in a couple that has been together as long as yourself and Daddy.. It's one of the reasons I started writing poetry, the couples were left out of erotic adventures. I was tired of reading about singles having all the fun. It was like married people parked their sexual life to have a family and a car. Only the swingers or single persona had a gratifying sexual life... I really appreciate that you take the time to read my older poetry and comment on it...

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