Passion
Her nails felt like accomplishments digging into my hair
As I French kissed her second set of lips.
The taste of her lingers on my skin.
The salt of her sex seeped it's way into my pores,
Her juices glistening like lipstick,
She tasted like gold
And paint,
She tasted like a masterpiece.
As I devoured her with my tongue
She opened her self to me, spread eagle with my fingers
Keeping her thighs hostage,
Spread wide, her white wine spilling over her soaked edges As I wreaked havoc on her
Body.
I can still feel the tremble in her flesh
As she whimpered
And begged me to finish her
Her Clit and I kissed for so long
I can still feel her
Breath faltering..
I licked her walls,
Ate her inside out, she was my last meal and I Drank her empty.
My saliva lost within her salty nectar,
Her passion dribbling off my chin
As I gripped her beautiful ass cheeks between my fingers, and
I felt like I held the world in my hands
She was my whole world
And I was ruining her.
My teeth grazed against her tegument layers
As my hands explored her
Soft, sweat coated melanin,
I could feel her spine lift off the bed through my fingertips
As I left hickeys on the insides of her thighs.
I swallowed all of her whole and
Our eyes met,
The tears slipping from her eyelids
Like shattered broken pieces of glass
She melted through my swollen hands,
Through the foggy layers of heat radiating against the ceiling,
Her soul leaving kisses in the air
And a lost weight on
my chest.Taliah Berry ✨
YOU ARE READING
Sexoetry
PoetryJust some minor sexy poems that'll kiss your imagination passionately .