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The Morning After

A new day, a new game

I lay here awake, watching you sleep and I’m unable to get last night out of my head. The sun shines in through the slight bend of the curtains and flows along your body. Your shirt is pulled up from sleeping; exposing the bottom of your breasts and a nip...

I run my fingers through your hair,Eye to eye, soul to soul. 'Take off your mask' you say,Calling me by a name; foreign. But I can notFor the mask is me. Without,Who am I?Only a man. And less than you need,So I choose to remain A mystery. 'Je veux un bais...

Sweetness

And this is what satisfaction tastes like...

My love for you is SweetnessLike honey suckledDirectly from the combSweeter than sweet Unadulterated By exposure to mere airWe lay upon raw silkCleansed By the sweat of our own bodiesFloating on the scent that intoxicatesAnd the tastes that call usBack fo...

I accept that he is a married man. That this will only be, Ever online. I accept that his hands,  Will never touch me. Caressing my body,  Squeezing my ass. That they will never grab, A handful of hair. Pulling, to get my attention,  Or taking me from beh...

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The Nectar of Your Love

The senses heightened by the passion of physical love and the enduring taste of one's lover.

Whether I am with you or traveling afar,conjuring or actually feeling the touch of your skin, I can always taste the nectar of your love. Your delicate nakedness taunts my eyes,The lure of your beauty consumes my soul to utterly worship at your breasts. I...

Worship of Flesh

Love for the taste and fragrance of women

I squeeze rose petals And pour the juice onYour shaven mound,And watch the dropsTrickle down between yourPetals, which are rosier Than the flower I crushed. I smell the open lips And taste them.Ah! How well the rose juice and your own have blended. Ignora...