I'm lost to the deep warmth
between your thighs.
As your fingers trail to my breast there's no time to waste.
bliss has us tied in knots.
Your lips find the swell of my clit and the
exciting a deep, unquenchable ache.
I'm drawn to you by vibes unseen,
a fire that will not break.
Your fingers trail along
my inner thigh
delicate and soft;
while red glossed lips paint
a red flame on my breast.
Together we begin the climb,
our bodies glistening with passion's tears,
our muscles gently contracting begging for more
hot enough to sear the
Pulsing swell of tight skin.
A contest entry
- Lesbian Love by Frances Nightengale.
700 points, ended February 6, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how do you feel?
Comments
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That is very hot. Wow
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Nice imagery and wording, and congratulations with the contest. xx
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