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Oct 2019
Vulnerable,
   prone

... naked;

    there you were.

      My heart
racing,
         my lips
dripping
       of drool
and
         my mind
    Pre-
      climaxing
   as my hips
buck.

     Tasting you
now
        overwhelms
              every
   thought that
I am capable
             of thinking.

Your ******
     calls my lips
        to have my
mouth and
            my tongue
take your
      ****** as my
         prisoner.

  Together,
we ride the
        waves of
            ******
and ****
     one another down like
        a double shot
           of whiskey.

You're drunk...
    I am drunk
       on our
whiskey juice
          of love.
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
89
   Bogdan Dragos
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