poetry

Peaks

​Passionately waiting for romance to begin, 

the deepest, hungriest kisses, 

that trail and never end.

Waiting so patiently for the heat of his hands, 

entrancingly stirring my body, 

until my hypnotized hips, 

voluntarily dance.

I craved to take two hands and a tongue, 

to his waiting member’s stance, 

with just a few pulls, 

he backed out, frantically, 

before I blew his chance.

So mystique was the dashing flicks of his tongue’s beginning, 

tingling, meshing, mingling with my excitement, 

without an ending. 

As I slid down, 

into each momentous lash, 

steering his head over my swollen  sweet pea’s protruding sass. 

Making its appearance feverishly known, peeking out, 

waywardly between his lips wildly at the tip of his nose. 

As he marvels over my little friend,

he took his big plan, 

rubbing it against my condescending side grin.

Staring amazingly down, 

testing the waterfalls temperature, 

before going all in.

he erotically rammed the narrow path, in haste, 

as he felt the anxious tightness of being pulled in, 

my grabs, 

being bad, 

as he rhythmically pierced the wettest pleasure spot ever,  

barely able to speak, 

simultaneously, we both gave in, 

too fascinating, explosive peaks. 

EROTIC Poetry 18+ Mature Content

By Tamara Dorsey-Moore 

Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended. 

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