Poetry Mondays- Ecstasy


Lips soft

Nipples hard

Neck grabbed

As you forcefully kiss my mouth

Our tongues dance in unison

My center moistens in anticipation

Your lips travel south


And lower

Until you reach my hot spot

My goodness

My honey pot

You nibble





As my body squirms

And churns


One finger, then two

I feel you

Stimulating my g-spot

As you tickle that soft spot

I’m climbing the wall

I’m so close

Close to that sweet release

That I haven’t had in weeks

My breath quickens as you rapidly fuck my


I’m on the edge

I just beg you to enter

Please take me to ecstasy

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