Dirty Talk - Poem by Eli Medina
The pleasure between us cant seize to exist,
as I caress your bodies curves you can call it a natural bliss,
I promise, it will be a savoury sensation, kissed...from your neck....
down to a wet and slippery oasis,
just so I can watch your changing of faces,
so brace yourself for this vibration of taste... as I look up to see you bitting your lip,
then I feel that hot dripp... dropp... dripp,
yes were done......
you can open your eyes now... glad you had fun getting to know my tongue! ! !
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