Up against me, hard, raised vertical,
glistening at the tip, jeweled….
I like to wear you, on my skin,
anemic, your dolly….
Hand up under my shirt,
my heartbeat feels you there,
wanting kisses to drag, freely
roaming….
Nipples pout, finger nips,
breathing rushes to greet…..
Mouth on my neck, feel your
teeth tease, I, getting stuck there,
a aftertaste for later…..
Lower still on bare fables,
wet folds to keep your place….
Tell me your story, in my ear
as you explore sequels….
On my back you you peel my petals,
tongue licking the dew, oh, how I
flow for you…down…..
You build, sculpt me to
slowly make me crumble
all around you…..
You read me backwards,
spread, open to only you…..
My mouth bows like a heart,
as you stencil sketches inside me,
fucking on Gods time…..
PoeticDarkness 
smonaghan119
Quite the intense write up here. It was a very in-tune mental journey, it was filled with emotion and primal lust, with a flair of passion as well.
The ending was a slash of darkness along with lust 🙂
I enjoyed this quite a bit, great writing.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you Sean, you capture the true essence
of my work;) The title was actually something
I had mentioned to my husband, and instantly
I knew I had to put a poem together…funny
how simple things will inspire us:)