Lips like honey
Locked with intentions
I bite and suck, not missing a drop
So sweet and soft
Leaving my thighs sticky
You follow the aroma
Nose suddenly buried in my flower
I bloomed on a sunny Thursday morning
Your acrylic nails grip my plump ass
Watching The dip in your back
The motion was in your bare hips
The vibrations between my lips as you moan
I inhale
Then release
On your sweet Lips, like honey
Incredibly beautiful poem—and painting. Do you have a poetry collection out?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much! It means a lot. I do not, but I will be working on one soon.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I’m following your blog now, so I can make sure to snap it up when it comes out. 😉 Your poetry of the body is on par with Andrew McMillan, and I predict you will go far! Best wishes!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, thank you so much. I’m a bit speechless . I’ll make sure to let you know! Thank you for reading my work.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So glad to find your blog. I love this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
wow, love this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
lovely poetry here ~ enjoyed reading a couple times through
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ahh, nicely done… #applause
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
Beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 😊
LikeLike
It’s beautiful, the poem and the painting! Did you paint it yourself?
LikeLike
A blend of the erotic with power. I like your poem 🙂 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, David!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Magical word painting. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person