hastily penned whilst perusing a post by our own Dreaming-Demon

scream out your wanting,
lips for a taste
teasing and taunting
no need for haste
moon light’s reflection
thick glistening sweets
deserving inspecting
so sweaty and yet
like music, lusts pleasure
put me in, first
tease me like forever
satisfy fully her thirst
gripped hair entangled
she gives it back
many shellas got me angled
her throat is all that
scream out throated desires
her cummin’ fantastic
shakin’ and wonders
fleshy desires all assunder
then comes that silence…
 
Michael Darrell Walker

(2013)

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