A First Drop

With that first drop upon my tongue,
A honeyed dew I crave to taste.
As passion’s tempest overtakes,
Ensuing drops I dare not waste.
How sweet the sounds that from your lips,
Urging attentions to employ.
Each new caress as you sustain,
An edge you’ll willingly enjoy.
Now deeply as I part your mind,
Desires darkly burn, inflamed.
The flesh that trembles as engulfed.
A succulence happily claimed.
                                ~Tamara McLanahan





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