Drink From Me Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Drink From Me



Drink from me
Just let the warmth of your mouth
Blow on the rod of pleasure
You so anxious to taste
As you feel a little parched
Moving into third base
Head cocked back emitting moans
I can't last any longer
And i'd shoot out ferocity
Dripping down the walls of your epiglottis
Satisfying your insatiable thirst
When you drunk me up baby

Thursday, May 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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