/trigger].
I crave you, my chocolate dip,
I tease your tip; Waltzing on the diameter of your
muscular whip;
congo–hard, in a continuous
rhythmic strum until
I`m momentarily numb.
The thickness of your oval shaped lips, tongue-lashing me
sweet-n-low; top kisses thousands
in a row; deep, penetration,
a solid treat.
You are moving my earth,
seeding my tilted chasm tailor
made for you, so that
I`m inhaling you,prone & aerial.
now riding,
gliding,and sliding your mass;
steam dancing across your depth
congo–hard, in a continuous
rhythmic strum until I`m
momentarily numb.
Echoes of ourcombined drips,the chatting & chantingof my cl#t; breaking
the focus of
our synchronization.
Tasting you, as you taste me, cleansing the glaze of my
cinnamon soupe dujour
formed on your succulent
landscaped lips with a single balanced lick.
There are no restrictions no violations; just raw primal emotions.
Delirious because,my love you did not discard as you charted a voyage through my hallow ground,
unearthing my volcanic flow,
boiling into an eruption, a tumultuous overflow.
Our viscous malt binding us.
You are in the thick of it.
My enclave is a slave toyour vocals; your whispers;your pleasurable mandingo scent;
your brisk strides; this
sultry sensual torment….
Ahhhh you are fulfilling,
chilling, and my blood
is reeling.
I crave you chocolate dip,
with every swerve of my hips,
and movement of your fingertip
as we unfold in a targeted role,
not calculated, not orchestrated, perhaps belated, and I`m
completely elated,
laced in your arms,with
our hearts drag racing;
I`m craving you, embracing you,
my chocolate dip.
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on Mar 14 2012. Filed under Features, Hot Sheet, Recipe for HOT LUNCH, Recipe for Poetry.
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Just to be on the safe side of your dissappointment in me as a reader, I read it again … I saw the sex, and this piece has great potential, you know you can do better with the lines, and line breaks. I am old, but I know good poetry and I do see talent. It does not matter that others have praise this piece, folks lie all the time for one reason or the other. Me, I prefer truth and positive feedback. Being old, I looked past the obvious of what was being shared, and looked at how creatively you shared it. Having given birth to 5 children and 17 grandchildren, and being married for 43 years, beleive me when I say, I understand sex and chocolate.
I loved your poem! I must admit I got a tad bit frothy! I began to squirm a few times and had to look around to make sure no one was looking!:) You are a wonderful and talented poet. I pray you continue with your poetry because success has already RSVP’d in your life! Now,I must go and find some Kleenex!
Keep trying and you might make a better poet, as this is not as creative as it could have been, I found this rather redundant.