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Follow the curves of the swaying hips,
Through the rocking of luscious
And secret desires,
Down dewy and musk-scented sweating skin
Where blushing blooms her occult swell.

A close-cropped swathe of honey-gold
Adorns the mound of plump, swelling delight,
And this
Daughter of Earth
Spreads her legs apart
To open the cleft of her core to
You.

Sweet bubbling froth,
A cluster of pearl,
A white diamond crowd of
Silver-clear gems;
Tiny,
Delicious,
A spicy-sweet scent,
A tang in the air that
Writhes to your tongue
As her taste locks your senses
Between her strong thighs.

Two swollen lips
Blush beneath your hard gaze
Where her blood-rushing skin is
Burning for you,
And down slides her passion,
Her aching for you,
A moonlight strand on
Her lust-fierce flesh.

Dip wet, lashing tongue
'Twixt those throb-swollen lips
And taste of the sweet feast
That she offers you.
Tantalise, captivate,
She'll dance on your mouth
And she'll offer her being
In oblivion lost.

Suck on her juices,
The agony taunts her,
And writhing, her soul sings
Upon your deep cruelty,
For ne'er can she fight
'Gainst the rain of your fervour,
But rings sweet her screams
On your ears as she cries.

Deeper, her heart begs,
And faster, her cunt begs,
The threshing upon her
Feral-aching essence
Of fell-tongued, relentless
And juice-smeared hunger
She could read in your eyes
If you'd just show your face...

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