Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Rookie - 83 Points (December 22,1992 / Trenton, NJ)

Yours_ - Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Your lips trace my thick hips
And i shiver,
Wondering what i taste like.

Im bounded by your stare and im left
Weak by your hands that grip my wrists to
Keep me still
'do not struggle' you say
And i dont.

Your tongue so wet leaving a path trailing
From my neck to my chest,
To my stomach and back to my hips again,
Your tongue dipping and dodging,
And i can only sit here and watch
Not only because of the pleasure that drives me mad
Or the control you have over all of my limbs,
But the fact that i dont know whats on that mind
Of yours,
but how i can see in your eyes how beautiful i must taste.

Topic(s) of this poem: dominance

Comments about Yours_ by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/17/2016 12:57:00 PM)

    I shiver! With the muse of your sweet love. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

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