TELEPATHIC LOTUS
hot ride
in you,
quick quim
cum too,
shaft slide
deep wide,
grip him
veined blue.
deep throat
with smoke,
moans moat
invoke,
tongue like a limpet
on your moon-
crescent lit
syrup spoon.
rocked round your rim
four fingers in,
soft stroke
your high note
in drab dusk
and damp dawn-
through its musk
warm swarm.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 20th June, 2009. MAVERICKS.
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10 Poems From MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones
PoetryMAVERICKS is my third published book of love and other poems. I hope you enjoy those you read and your comments are welcome. MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones~Publisher http://www.lulu.com~Book Poetry Essentially, these poems are about Man and Woman...
