Intoxication at its highest form, burst my bosom and cause my fruits to burst.
Like fruit, rip from the tree, the juices engulf your ever so invigorating taste.
The grip of your hands on my hip causes my head to swim like a desert thirst.
I feel the caress of your lustful lips against my thigh, my legs buckle in haste.
The bass of your heartbeats, strong enough to bring me to climax, intermingle with the treble kiss.
Your touch creates a harmony inside of me, every crescendo cascades like a waterfall down my spine.
My solo approaches, your grip around my waist tightens, my body swells with the sweet poison that Snow White could not resist.
I can sense your body tense, such as a Venus flytrap's hold on its prey, you hold your grip, search for the fruits of paradise in a liquid wine.
Venus meets Mars in a war of the Ages, two bodies form into one, the erotic pleasures of Man.
My grip on your back, wanting to pull you into my passion, you fall into me.
A climax of an earthquake, shakes my body, your body like a volcanic eruption, Pompeii to your Woman.
Frustration all at once, collide like two into me, the love for lust in a human is meant to be.
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The Nuance of Body Language: A Journey to One's Sexuality
PoetryA collection of poetry written for the sexual soul. For those who cannot truly express their sexual nature through physical means and the fortunate ones who allow their sexuality to take flight.
