Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Your body is, too
Confident fingers
Cradle your waist
While up at your neck
My lips get a taste
Swaying and rocking
While lips go exploring
Skin against skin
Caressing, adoring
Our bodies melt
Into the floor
Clutching, gasping
Craving more
Growling, biting
Scratching rough
No such thing
As 'had enough'
Devouring every
Blessed pleasure
Digging toward
Our brilliant treasure
Then at last
The moment where
You grab my ass
I pull your hair
Finally, we
Scream together
Mutual bliss
That lasts forever
- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.
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