Untethered, springing out at me,
I love this sight.
Drink in the view,
Eyes shining bright.
Anticipation, licking my lips,
Fingers dancing, root to tip,
Fingers encircle, oh so thick
Stroking gently with fingertips.
Now it's time to end my wait.
Eager and willing to get a taste.
Draw out the pleasure,
Let's not make haste.
Licking slowly
Up and down
Hot breath gently
Blowing
Softly suckling
Slightly nibbling
Quiet moan
And a sigh
The size and weight,
The texture and feel,
Of silken velvet,
Over tempered steel.
What a feeling
I love to give.
Now, in return
What's my gift?
Maybe someone can help me come up with a title?
Comments
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I am sorry - I am laughing
beautiful write -
and very honest -
what is your gift
let an old man give you advise -
be very selective as to men in your life -
so many will promise the world for sensual pleasure - and then let you down -
perhaps the suggestions of an old man -
but protect yourself - sexually - men are pigs - your beautiful write will likely not be appreciated for the sense of connection and shared experience - in other words - be careful and be very cautious
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Very sensual, well thought out poem which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Erotic, yes, but tastefully worded. I am surprised you have not received many comments on this piece, it deserves praise. Well done! Julie.
Title? Pleasure at my fingertips?
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Sexy
Oh boy, this is sensual. I think you are very brave and your detail is so sexy without being vulgar. I love the softness of it all - it's sensitively written. I know what your gift should have been lol. Title ? emm - Oral poetry ?
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