I see you standing all alone -
Glinting in the amber sun
The pull of your romance
is second to none
My mouth fills with water,
to swirl with your love
I can taste you already
Sweet fires on my tongue.
Caressing your curves
smooth and slender, like glass
Possessing my lusts
with your peaty romance.
My fingertips shaking
touch you gently
at first ...
Then my lust overpowers
as I quench my dark thirst.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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Been there bro 🤤 🥴