Monday moaning... Tasty sweet .... Prose poem ...

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A to Z Erotic poem challenge .... F is for Flicktasous ...... Monday moaning

Wet tongue tip, wash over the tip of her nipple,
Making it rise like home made bread in an hot oven,
Gasping air escape her lips,
As risen nipple is suckle between the warmth of his needy lips

Her body writhe,
Her legs lightly tremble,
As long fingertips ease between the lust of her wanting thighs

Back arch, as the descent of his tongue is felt,
Easing down the smooth flat wash of her stomach,
A muffled cry is heard leaving her chest, as his tongue part the dense trimmed forest between her legs, and wash across the swell of her moistened vulva lips,
Deep inhaling gasp is heard, moments before a deep audible moan exhale past parted lips,
As his tongue taste the deep wet depths, of the sanctuary of her pink sex...

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