Monday Moaning: Satisfaction - Erotic prose poem

Directive moans direct tongue flight through folds verticle fissure

Groans, control velocity of tongue long lashes

Sighs, control tongue, lashes depth into pink flesh darkness

Hair pulled, detect deep lashes of passion

Back arched, alloys tongue deeper penetration

Hips profound dips gyrate in the harmonious rhythm of tongue lashes -

Soaks beard in honeydew -

Bath mustache in the aromatic fragrance of feminine musk.

And is always followed by body shivers, rapid heartbeats, and lack of breath.

Scream out my name

And I'll give you rebellious tremors of satisfaction "Guarantied"...

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Forever wet ... Erotic prose poem ..(Forbidden word challedge)

Shutter,
Was the state of my body
As my mind anticipate "your tongue first taste"...

Warm breaths of air ease on moist swollen lips, as they gradually unfolded...

Inhaled breath breathe 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 texture of my thighs

Head tilts back, eyes close, as my mind bath in the swirling sensations...

Warm breath feel cool on the wet trail that follows the pink pliable tip of your tongue

Legs shiver as goose bumps run up its sides from the sudden chill...

Breath withheld

Bodies lay motionless

Silence crowd the room surrounding, as our bodies take in the impassioned moment...

Extended tongue softly ease across the swell of my folds, slowly tasting my wet 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 palate...

Penetration deepens into my folds, as the pink tip of your tongue travel inside their softness, tasting the full pungent sweet boldness of my flavor

Enhancing a quiet scream from my lungs, that reverberates inside my throat...

Hips tilts backward, 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 swollen folds, while the tip of your tongue slowly sip and taste the warm wet offering presented before it...

My body lift higher off the mattress as your tongue slip ever deep into the dark depths of my womb...

Hips gyrate in rhythm of your tongue deep lashing, while my lungs grasp for air...

Hips thrust wildly, as my hands pull and mesh your head tight between 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 flood your mouth, while your tongue dash on the tip of my most sensitive spot, until my orgasmic release resent...

Spent body crash down into the mattress like a comet that has traveled too close to the earth gravitational pull, and is pulled hard into the ground

As my mind cleared of the passing sensations I pondered.

Why does anything that feel or taste so good to you, is supposedly  forbidden...

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Monday moaning ...... Make it rain ... Erotic prose poem

Ah...

Tongue slowly lash between moisten folds

Making them wet with the warm spit of your slick saliva

Body sweat

Pressure slowly building up

While your tongue tenderly lash deep between

The center of my womanly blossom

Swirl

Twirl

Dip

Flick

Lick

Sip

My mind now thinking of your pretty dick

Drenching deep inside my pink wick

Stretching

Thrusting

Pushing

Shoving

Trying to reach the means of my watery depths

Thighs contract tight around your head

As tongue sweep deep into the wetness of my neither land

Stomach muscles spasm

As body orgasm

While your tongue lick

Around and on the tip

Of my pink, hard, erect clit

Crying plea tell you to stop

But stop you must not

Not until my body rise, shudder and shake, like it was tasered by a city cop

Then fall into an rapturous orgasmic flop

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Flush..... Erotic repetitive poem

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