Wet Luv

Your vanilla skin and your curvaceous hips make my stomach rumble,
As my thoughts tussle with stripping off each piece of clothing you wear.
I,
Tear off your shirt.
Bring your skirt down with my mouth as you force my head between your thighs,
In stride,
And slide my lips back and forth,
across your sweet,
Cherry pie…

I want to rock all night,
And roll over with no strings attached,
Just,
Pounding away behind the curtains,
As if an audience is clapping back…
Yes,
I get down like that…

If only you knew how bad I want to run away from the world,
Holding hands with my dream girl,
And escape these lonely moments…
Because,
When I’m in need of a physical connection,
My mind thinks of you whenever I want to smile without any baggage…

So,
I carry on with my fantasy,
Taking flight,
of me biting your panties.
Down and away they go.
Slow…
No rush as my tongue enters down below.
And lick,
Lick my way up until you clench my bed with your toes,
While you come,
And come closer to these lips you can’t bare to stay far from…

As you can see,
A chubby man who likes to eat,
And I eat quite well.
I make sure to juice properly and drink every last drop from the wishing well.
It’s you I hope for and desire,
And healthy are my thoughts when my imagination runs wild.
I rarely tire…

But,
No matter how good I picture our sex to be,
I rather frame our smiles before tossing bodies loosely.
Because,
If I can’t make you happy without my embrace from a distance,
Then,
What am I really holding on to,
Besides a chance to get wet?
I’ve drowned before…
And with you I’d share my very last breath.
I’m a king,
You’re a queen.
If we get things in order,
We can flush the world with our royalty…

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Hey y’all, good day! I know I don’t often write erotic poetry, but I do write some here and there. My favorite topic actually, so be on the look out for more 💜.