A Vanilla Seasoned Stick Poem by Melisa Peter

A Vanilla seasoned stick

The way you make me smile from a mile,
The way you smell, resides in me for a while,
Cannot quell, I know I fell,
On me I tell, you put on a spell,
Baby, let'sput on some Adele,

Your dumbfounding aroma enchants me,
Calling to me dragging me closer,
Drawing me in to you dropping and losing myself,

Those lubricious lips of yours intertwining with mine,
Causing my back to tremble,
That flirtatious body of yours rubbing against mine,
Making my speech mumble,
While releasing that sweat of sweetness,
Your stunning hair smoothing slowly in the tenderly storm,
We are both warm,
Your luscious cheeks packed with glowing spirals,
Your dazzling eyeball dissolves my knees with but one stare
This is unbelievable..

Kissing those lips makes my body tickle,
Tearing off attire, and gasping tough in anticipation,
Your hands over me like they are tracing a common place,
One they have visited a lot of times before,
Though got so much more to explore,

One last stare,
My eyes say it all,
‘Honey, let's do this thing'
On we go,
Tit for tat,
Tense as typical,
You goes leisurely in,
Eyes tie untamed with infatuation,

Your vanilla seasoned stick,
Drives me on a peak of a cloud nine drift of who cares,
How you travel my torso,
So startling that I even forget what shoe size my foot wears,
My body compares, confirms it's you it prefers,

I grip, I encircle, and arouse you,
Breath blending,
Sweat mixing,
Till we both come,
We're smearing and tilting on each other,

Awww, that semi smile that you craft when you are making the moan
And enjoying yourself,
I mechanically groan cause I also enjoy myself,
Your lips envelop mine,
You propel hard, harder and even more harder,
Every location with passion,
Making my heart punch speedy when you come to conclusion..

To take you away, to a wonderful place
Where all your cares vanish
I embrace your visage,
My hands through your hair,
Your snuffle slowly away, never to revisit,
My arms around your subtle body,
Easing all worries, all fears,

Oh how your visage throws chills when you kiss me up and down,
A spongy skin on my forehead,
Your hand searching out for mine and..
How cute..