You make the sweetest nectar,
And you make it just for me,Open up your legs, darling,
Come on, let me see,~
I'm sober as a nun, yet you constantly make me drunk,
The sight of your rose, all wet and slick, oh God, baby girl, I'm so goddamn sunk,~
Let me taste you one more time, let me take you on that magic carpet ride,
Of course we can stay right here on the bed, I don't mind, just let me drink your tide,
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Darling open wider, just let me get a nip,
That's good, baby girl, now watch me as I dip,
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You feel that? That's me, your loving man,
I'm here for you, whatever you want, baby feel my hand,
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I see your toes curl, I hear your breath grow shorter,
My tongue will be your little pestle, your sex will be the mortar,
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I'll extract that sweet nectar from your gentle little flower,
You'll be my guilty pleasure, my weakness and my power,
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Come on darling, you're nearly there, aren't you?
How badly do you want me squeeze your rear right now - I'll decipher, gimme a clue,
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I see your delicate, tender flesh, pinker than my tongue,
I'm gonna lick it up and down, baby all night long,
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Now you're getting there, you're moaning out my name,
But just as you're about to explode, I pull away - what a shame.
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I breathe in deep, I let my breath tickle you crazy, I exhale on your skin,
I do it one more time, and then again,
before you completely give up and then in,~
I touch you again, this time for real,
Baby girl, I finish you off, my lips coating you like a seal,
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Now you scream, you writhe, you pant your breath away,
And that's the momentum I've been waiting for, the one that makes me say;
'I love you so much, God, my angel, I do,
I haven't said those words to many people in my life, so believe when I say it's true,
I hope you know, I'll never do you wrong, I'd sooner chop my arm off,
The one I use to write these cheesy poems, the ones that make you scoff,I say it again; I love you,
And if you still don't believe me, dear,
Then get ready, get set -
And come on over here.'
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Beyond The Needle
Poetry"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less path...