Entrée Si Vous Plait Poem by Sonya Johnson

Entrée Si Vous Plait



Bitter sweet can be the nectar from this den of passion. Flowing from my womb traveling on an angelic canvas down to my toes its moistness leaves a trail for you to follow…..Eyes wide tongue extended hastily you sop up and promptly swallow all that you're fed.

Ever so gently…drawing you nearer, closer to the moment of ecstasy we engage in a moment of lost breaths locked…in a kiss.

Panting, excitedly I invite you to entrée si vous plait …...

Mmmm, wanting more of your firm touch, softly begging for your stroke; I exhale and dance with you in the rhythm of love. Arching my back, moaning aloud in my desire for you I gaze into the distance

and again invite you to…. entrée si vous plait....

Wet puckered lips graze my quivering flesh growing more and more excited with thoughts of your firmness amongst my walls… must I beg for this. My frustration mounts sending my hands grabbing for you, reaching the pinicale of my excitement …panting, and kissing, now sweating, you cover my mouth and shush me.

Slowly you enter. As the moistness of my abyss surrounds you…
deeper, deeper you go pulling back just as slow. Methodical is the rhythm of our hips, undoubtedly the best ride of my life. With hands upon my mounds you lick and suck my neck as our moment comes to an end.

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Sonya Johnson

Sonya Johnson

Lower Bucks Pennsylvania
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