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This page will now be the forum for all those burgeoning creative writers to express themselves in art, poetry, song, narratives etc.... So ladies, put pen to paper, thoughts to words and tongue wagging into,... well, hold that thought...

 

UNTITLEDBY NIDHAMU

                                          (sapphomambo)

 

I was looking forward

 To a quiet evening
 When you called
 And I knew I would be
 Tasting you tonight
 It's been a month of
 Convincing self
 That sex is played out
 And celibacy is the new religion
 
 But you stepped out of a
 Sweetsmelling bubble bath
 Body glistening and wet
 And I drank in your
 Perfumed scent
 
 My arms went around your waist
 And my tongue flickered in reflex
 My memory of how you taste
 Remains impeccable
 
 You lay on the couch
 Sweethoneybrownchocolatemolasses
 Is what came to mind
 on seeing
 Your wide open legs inviting
 Me to see
 To take a peak
At what I've been missing
 (oohhhweee baby!)
 
 my tongue flickered involuntarily
and I  knew i'd have to taste you
 
I wanted to inhale you
 I wanted your nipples to fill my mouth
 I wanted to swallow your tongue
 And taste your every essence
 
 But I also didn't want you
 Feeling like it's only about fuck-in
 (so I brought you twelve red roses)
 but I wanted to fcuk you
 so hard that my name
 is all you ever remembered
 
 you put your tongue in my mouth
 you let your fingers
 slide down my ass
 you touched and felt..
 and felt me get wet
 your smile triumphant
 let me know you knew
 exactly the effect
 your nakedness had on me
 
 my tongue flickered involuntarily
 and I new I'd have to taste you
 
 I wanted to fill your every crevice
 The space between your neck and ear
 Your collarbone
 Your nipples that speak hard
 And sound soft
 
 My mouth covered your breasts
 In silent ecstasy
 And I could hear your
 Not so silent moan of pleasure
 But dear god I have to taste you


 


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