Dedicated to: PAL
You lick your lips in anticipation, to taste my apple martini.
From your Manhattan, I'm dying, to savor the rich Southern whiskey.
As we leave the bar, and up to our sanctuary, we ascend.
Trying to hide our thirst, we no longer can pretend.
Our fluids will be shared, drenching our orifices with liquid lust.
Our loins so very tense, both of us hang on the cusp.
You lean in for a kiss, my face a crimson current.
My mouth forced open, your desire so damn apparent.
Your tongue is searching desperately, for any hint of my flavor.
Soon the dam will burst, flooding your senses with plenty to savor.
And at last we are alone, the build up so mighty.
The tide ready to crash down, and wash with it all anxiety.
Will we have our fill, will one night suffice?
Or crave each other more, our hearts squeezed in a vice.
Our voices cracked and horse, our throats desperately dried.
Longing for the quenching fluids, that only each other could provide.
A woman's arousal is moist, viscous and delectable.
Taste from my well, the flavor irresistible.
Your eyes are on fire, behind them lies a tawdry tale.
Taste my essence and know, what truly constitutes a female.
Your sweet nectar enriched with generations of strife.
But with force it must travel, before you can create life.
I am drowning in your fluids, my taste buds alive.
With my tongue I am begging, to lick your body dry.
Cracked lips quenched and plumped with a kiss.
Rough skin softened and supple with your caress.
Tired eyes refreshed and renewed with a flirty glance.
Libido awakened and alive with our sensuous dance.
When next we meet, will my fluids be enough?
Or will you find another, her body a pool for your lust?
Allow my fluids to fill your lungs, and never will I stray.
Embrace the surrounding darkness, and with my love you float away.
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