Black Poetry : First Taste of Sin

[Amun-Ra]

Just inches from my face
dark thatch is combed and parted.
Beads of sweat glisten just before my eyes,
Surrounding nothing and everything,
anticipating the brush of lips,
the warmth of heated breath.

In the forest's confluence
a small flick flames thick thighs
making buttocks grasp the air,
and small hands catch your breath
trying to wait just another moment,
just another tingle taste.

Weakness floods the veins
and strong legs surrender savory morsels,
to closed eyes, soft lips and subtle penetration.
Escaping breath sounds through the silence
signaling submission to the first taste of sin.




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[wildflower7]

... he said i was sweet...
thanx for the memory.
-7

 

[alyce]

.....still delicious

in my memory....


savoring the words, Ra.

thank you

a

 

[Amun-Ra]

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes and let the anticipation wash over you like a gentle rush, wait, wait, wait--there it is--just a faint brush and everything grasps together--tightened, shivering--waiting for the next pass--keep your eyes closed and imagine--Ra

 

[$$RICH$$]

TASTE OF SIN!

UMMMMMM!!!!
MEMORIES TO MY MIND
Ra.........I HEAR YA LIKE A BLINK BLINK!!