To the edge... Erotic prose poem

When his tongue is hot and wet

Lapping, licking, swirling, slithering in the warm confine of your sexual substance

Your legs spread

Your hand pull his head ever closer to you

Impaling the tip of his tongue deeper into your pink sanctuary 

Bringing you closer to the edge 

The edge where your lungs moan profusely for completion 

As the very tip of his tongue push your body pass the zone of pure pleasure

Into the zone of extreme ecstasy

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Monday moaning... Flavor

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Monday moan ... Extended kiss ... Prose poem ....

Shapely legs

Covered with soft flesh 

Gently curve around my head

As my lips gingerly kiss your inner thighs

Tease them with ultra soft touches of my fingertips glide

Stoke them lightly with the tip of my tongue

And when I work the flexing tip of my tongue up between your thighs

Giving the void of your center an extended kiss

Your body tense

While your voice emits a deep sexual moan...

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Randomness By poetic guest NavyPoet

The cotton sheet grazes
Emboldened peaks
Sweet juice drips
On collarbones
Drops that slip past
A tongue raked over
Sticky hands
It is not done this thing
This closed eye savoring
Of newly made memories
Lips sipping on smells
That defy tasted skin
And then there is you
Resting on open palms
Stabilizing the breath
That threatens to burst
From the exertion
Heartbeats slow words
Until they are no longer necessary
In the raw humidity of
The moments passing
We enjoy the echoed music
Of the evening 

NavyPoet © 9-11–2014

A to Z erotic poem challenge .. C is for Cream ..

Thighs

Breast 

Eyes 

As seen

Tempt me..

The thought 

Of taste

Seduce me...

Foreplay thoughts

Enter my mind

As panties fall

Off her behind

Past thick thighs

Down shapely  legs...

Foreplay again

Enters my thoughts

As tongue slip between soft lips

But my mind thoughts 

Are far behind my actions

As the taste of her clear creamy cream

Is interrupted

By her deafening scream... 

Moanday ..... Suddenly ... Etheree Poem

Moans

Escape

From my throat

As your deep licks

Cultivates the pink

Inside of my moist folds

Making them wet with yearning

Inflamed with the heat of passion,

As my body tremble with release

Blissful sensations overwhelms my womb

Etheree poem: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. 
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