I still feel my name
vibrating from your lips
echoing in the fold of my inner right thigh
My fingers still chart
the course your tongue traveled
fingernails and fingertips
remembering your landmarks
of upraised tongue flicks
I remember your
mouth
how your tongue buried brimstone
in white papaya...
How you sucked
the ache to the surface
until i bubbled over
at the power of your grasp
how you held my legs wide
as the line of the shore
kissing the waters until the
waves became more
you left me
desolate
knowing that no other
will find the Rosetta Stone
to unlock ....me
and in this....I smile~~ R.Yearby
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Paris Bleu - 121014 - Miz B |
Love the picture!! great match
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