Erotic poetry that lingers long after the last line. Two poems, one prompt, two very different places they take you. Read both. One will stay with you.
These few words speak volumes of text. Packed with visuals. I can only imagine how many thoughts a slow deliberate tongue browsing up and down one thigh would generate, let alone both thighs... Is it a tease? Are you awaiting the moment when that tongues caresses the secrets between your thighs? When will the torture end? Or begin? Well done, Poet!
Waw
"hidden thoughts moving,
slow as your tongue on my thigh,
drawing me to ecstasy."
These few words speak volumes of text. Packed with visuals. I can only imagine how many thoughts a slow deliberate tongue browsing up and down one thigh would generate, let alone both thighs... Is it a tease? Are you awaiting the moment when that tongues caresses the secrets between your thighs? When will the torture end? Or begin? Well done, Poet!
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