To Love Her (poem)

> The softest kiss will warm her mouth

A girl already pining

Enjoying the beautiful thrill of the south

And the pleasure they are finding

> A curious lick coating one breast

Eliciting sweet noises

But he’s desperate to hear the rest

Evaluating his choices

> A finger slips under damp lace, caressing

A sensitive, graceful woman is she

And yet her passion is far from resting

Her hunger has grown, she can barely see

> A tongue betwixt her vulva lips

A tasting of the briny gods

She whimpers, shivering at the feel of his tip

When comforted, she moans and nods

> Every motion increases the fire

She couldn’t help but yearn for more

A furious twitching, that lovely desire

A violin concerto, crescendos galore

> Limbs soaked in saccharine sour delight

Frantically gasping as her body heats

Digging her nails and holding him tight

Until she feels the sweetest release.

> Her breathing slows, she uncurls her toes

He rises to meet her parted lips

Entangled lovingly in each other’s limbs

As he whispers flirtatious quips

> He continued to kiss her so deep and true,

Then softly uttered

“I want to marry you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hnolbe/to_love_her_poem

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