Elizabeth Tyease Collins
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
but how i can see in your eyes how beautiful i must taste.
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