The Taste Of You
By Buzby
Rose petal lips, sweetly moistened with dew of desire close softly around probing fingers. Hot tongue greeted by sweet rose buds of pointed pleasure. Hands trace the outline of soft flesh as a murmur escapes. Tongue moves on and down in never-ending circle of passion. Hands clutch at hair breath comes in short, panty gasps as tongue finds target. Fingertips caress milky white skin finding insane pleasure in curves, in lines in tautness of muscles and softness of flesh Tongue laps slowly at hot honeyed centre. Fingers tighten. Toes clench. Mouth forms wordless syllables. Muscles constrict in spasms of desire. Probing tongue firmly encircled by soft petals wallows in moist heat, touching, tasting, teasing. Rivulets of female desire trickle into eager mouth as crescendo builds, peaks then ebbs sumptuously away.I don't consider this to be particularly good poetry, but I do think it is a good example of the difference between erotic and pornographic. (Not that I don't write pornographic stuff, just that I wouldn't post it over the internet!) Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 03:30 PM PST 0 • 16
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