her beautiful smile draws me in
like no other
all I can imagine are
those soft wine red lips
crushing my own
her tongue licking mine
my teeth biting hers
becoming delicate and tender
turning rough and brash and dirty
I picture my lips
trailing kisses down her throat
between her pale full breasts
directly along her sternum
to her soft belly
wandering always lower until
those exquisite feminine petals
open for my questing hungry tongue
I could drink her nectar every night
and again in the cool dim mornings
she’s my pretty flower
and I’m her hummingbird

tara caribou | ©️2019

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