My wish is for you to say to me “come here bitch, I want my pussy licked!”
with your back against the wall, drawers dropped, and I presume to get
in position beneath in front you.
Now there you choose to grip
my full head of hair, use it like it’s a rein.
Nah, I’m not new to this.
You would be remiss if you refrain.
My dish can differentiate, stripped plain or with a full mane.
The vulva still gets kissed, I’m going to do it the French’s way.
You’ve just to say what it’s that you want done
then my tongue will obey your every craved for whim.
Verbal affirmance is a fun thing.
Be obscene, I’m freaky, unleash me I’ll turn you out uniquely.
Squeeze me, cream me, please keep feeding me all of your come screaming.
Vehemently buck your hips while I humm on the clitoris.
Leaving your labia glistening I’ll savor drips that run down your perineum.
If you’d like to come once again cunnilingus is but the minimum of all that I could lick.
It’s a gift to taste of your pleasure, you’ll find mine in the endeavor.
Fuck my face while I’m in fetters,
whatever gets you wetter
I’m down to do.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iisuly/my_most_recent_erotic_poem_untitled
A continuation of thought
There’s an obsession afoot that has occupied my every waking thought. A sort of deepening desire that won’t release me from its passion. A longing to taste, to drink from its source, I am elated and bemused by the thought.
Her lips moisten to my approach and I take in a breath. Her fragrance lifts my feet and draws me in, my mouth waters in anticipation of her taste.
Here, perched upon my plater, my mouth plunges and my tongue explores. Desire’s fire lit, my passion grows. Her body warms with my delight, it flexes to my movements and I’m pulled into her – becoming one.
Our energy’s in sync, my tongue and lips dance to her heart’s rhythm. She cries out, her legs surround me — we are satiated yet longing for more.