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Your scent crawls over my bare skin.
Fire of your soul licks its way across my breasts
And suckles with a raging need and thirst
For satisfaction.

Dewy air is seeping into the folds of skin
Between my legs,
Meeting my own wetness,
Sliding its tongue-tip
Along my slit
And dipping its undulations
Inside me.

Your eyes traverse my secrets,
Weighty pressure of slick desires
And slippery fervency
Force your presence
Deep,
Full to the hilt
Within my aching desperation

Your hot breath dances across thick nectar
And a thousand dreams of diamonds
Rush from within,
Meeting a single,
Growing drop of
Beginning
From your lust.

Your incense hangs heavy
Upon my naked skin
And holds down my limbs
Which are open and tense,
Waiting
For the moment when
Your scent is forced deep within my own being,
And all I can do is suck in your spices
Through my mouth
As I wait for you to
Plunge into my cunt.

I smell you upon me
And within me,
And I am undone with desire.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.