Flows of Honey

Warm, wet ecstasy

Your tongue burning fire

against my already swollen passion

Fingers in your hair

holding on for dear life

Unable to control the convulsions

as my body finds its release

Again and Again

against the heat of your mouth

Searching, licking, probing, drinking

The honey that is mine to give

Again and Again


Michelle
October 5, 2004

Wow.

Uh...pass the ice please....

effalump2,

I just read your work.
Very sweet to the taste.
Reminds me of someone I used to know, in any case;
Very good job.


Until...