Her scent and taste
Arouse primal passion
A Hunger in the depths of the soul
I need to feed
I am famished
And she
Is a delectable treat,
A taste
To be savored slowly
Her skin on my lips
Is delicious
It becomes
Honey and salt
My tongue
is titillated
I eat slowly
Like a man who is starved
I will devour her
Completely
Savoring
Every mouthful
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Her scent and taste
Arouse primal passion
A Hunger in the depths of the soul
I need to feed
I am famished
And she
Is a delectable treat,
A taste
To be savored slowly
Her skin on my lips
Is delicious
It becomes
Honey and salt
My tongue
is titillated
I eat slowly
Like a man who is starved
I will devour her
Completely
Savoring
Every mouthful
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