Come a little closer
Move a little lower
Down my soft body
to my cold heart

Torture...

Nails on flesh
raking deeper
spread my thighs
smell the consequence

Satiate...

coveted welts
dance in the wake
of nimble delights
bury your feral sword

Carnal...

Inject me
churn the butter
bridge my spine
make me gasp

Hungry...

Find the rhythm
take a chance
euthanasize the desire
that now floods your lips

Dripping...

Nibble each tremble
now plump and pink
behind the hood
Blind folded

Familiar...

Search your way
with taste and feel
throughout my valleys
dance a stolen plane

Carefree...


So perverse
So intense
inject me again
no please..no names..

... Your Invited to attend an orgasmic picnic.....

I'll bring the Honey...You bring the Yen..

Amazing!

Left speechless...

There are some phrases in this poem which are altogether unforgettable, such as "feral sword," and "bridge my spine." One could just quote the entire poem.

I don't know how you do it.

Love,

+Stevie

The noble Knight checks his armaments for "feral sword" and prepares to remove the blindfold!

Rodger admonishes himself for not remembering to bring his trusty towel.

Lol RMBOD, you always need to remeber to bring you towel in here. so next time dont forget it..

thanks for both of you.

misty..