Typology Poem by Jai K Garg

It is the curves my fingers chase,
Tongue in cheek performing the wet trace,
Hot and spicy she gobbles my mace,
Lifted lingerie in quest quickens the pace.

To lick and woo I enter the race,
Dripping saliva delights her face,
Cheeky panties in the tanga brace,
Scepter in arms slips tightly with grace.

Silky strife on the edge with dances,
Fair skin in fulminate romances,
In illusions she takes chances,
With yearnings makes her advances.

Crossed strings in laced garter belt upsets,
Quandary in her outbursts connects,
Single carnal seduction she accepts,
Touched with desire enjoys its effects.