Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2011
I lap up your wetness
like a kitten its milk.
I wash my face with your moisture,
you wiggle and moan.

You swallow me whole,
like some carny performer.
Emptied, I sigh,
You lick your lips and grin.
- From Songs for my Lovers
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
6.6k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems