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Thick in my mouth
Sweet on my tongue.
Eyes widen as
I groan.
Face flushes,
Body trembles.
Drool escapes,
Runs down my chin.
Closed eyes,
Enhanced pleasure.
More.
Give me more!
Mouth filled
Tongue coated.
Nostrils flare as
I exhale.
Body quivers,
Head lowers.
Savor it all,
Let nothing escape.
More.
Give me more!
“No, babygirl.
You’ve had enough.”
Pouting, moping,
Begging follows.
No more for me…but those were the best damn peanut butter balls I’ve had in ages!
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! And yes, my first taste of holiday candy was a near-orgasmic experience this weekend. I’m not supposed to eat peanut butter but John Brownstone made a temporary exception for a special occasion. So of course I had to savor it. Okay, for the real smut, you know where to go. Click below for this week’s smutty goodness!
Great descriptive poem 😉 x
Thank you! 😀
Peanut butter balls? I’ve been cruelly deceived.
The erotic world needs more poetry, though, and this is a nice addition.
John Brownstone says I have a bit of sadist in me…he might be right. 😉
I would never consider myself a poet (says the woman who self-published erotic poetry, lol) but it’s a fun and interesting way to express myself sometimes. 🙂
I laughed out loud when I read the explanation. I’ve just polished off the last bit of that sinful Xmas cake, so I can definitely relate on a number of levels!
Indie
😀 I’m not supposed to eat any of it (and I paid the price for it) but it was worth every single moment…