Bliss and Whispered Promises
Exotic sweet laced scent
succulent rivers of juice
heavy with desire
encroaching into
deep pools of longing
tropical splendor
ripe lusty mango
embraced with light
dripping with passion
intoxicating the tongue
breezing in
like a hot wind
unclothing my soul
breeding sensuality
orange enchantment
of flushed breasts
soft core of
ravished need
naked maidens
explored with eager
hands and anxious
fingers, searching
for soft spots
shivers of moisture
thirsty mango tree arms
reach to
hollowed clouds
inviting lovers
to follow
seductive trail
savoring mangoes
in tiny drops
of morning sun.
Kiwi
your ravishing skin tickles my chin
your fleshy pulp unravels
down my tongue
your running liquid dribbles down my tongue
your furry exterior traps my tongue
your sinful center so sweet and intoxicating
your green orgasm that slithers into the back of my throat
choking on your taste
addicted to this unfamiliar taste
savor every part of you
I peel back your skin
to enter you
soft and elegant
your satin kisses on my taste buds
dribbling unfamiliar of to devour every part of you
squirting
down my chin
I dip my tongue into
you
and
try to
gather all of you
into my mouth
I swallow the green taste
almost at the end of you
I left with a frown
because I went as deep
as I can into
you
left with
this addicting
sweet
taste
of
sin
My dear dark star your up my dear @Winterreign
Passionfruit
A burning hunger
roils deep- I am deprived
and lusting for the
right taste, a ravening bite
that will spill juices and
fill me.
The fruit of five wounds?
I can think of three, at least,
calling out for sweetness,
for sticky syrup.
The first molecule on my lip
and more is needed, craved,
spiraling upward in frenzy,
crescendo of tension and
sweet, dripping, slavering
drops, falling down
covering the coals of this
yearning fire with a glaze
of spill.
Bliss and whispered Promises
Has tough skin but I always win
Mmmm the anticipation of the
Emancipation of this delectable
spectacle is quite divine.
As I tear the skin, blood red juices
stain my lips and I lick it up as I go.
Tiny tart and tangy these bright red
little "candies" are a feast for my
ravenous soul.
As I plunge my tongue in
I almost feel like it's a sin,
as I suck this tasty pleasure of mine
Each one perfectly hard and round
they all burst in my mouth Oh sweet wine!
and squirt forth sweet nectar of the Gods!
Sweet Pomegranate flesh fragrant and fresh
as an Autumn morn.
Bliss and Whispered Promises - Part 2
(continued from the post by @sandflea68
https://theprose.com/post/152697/bliss-and-whispered-promises)
Ripe lucious strawberry
sweet fragrance full
of tempting promise
begging my tongue
to scream for
one more bite
and then another
releasing inner juices
that dribble down
my chin
coming to rest
in the cleavage beneath
my white cotton shirt
promising bliss in
intoxicating sweetness
and a hint of tartness
to balance the equation
lips stained ruby red
wiped clean with
the tip of your tongue
joining the orgy
of pleasure
and sweet escape.
#challenge #battleofcolorfulflavors
Juicy
I take a bite
from that greasy, fat ass
burnt crisp after a long,
satisfying time working
on top of my stove.
I bite out short curses
when your juice
pops against my skin
stinging
but the pain is all worth it
when I grab you and drop you
against the soft, white
paper towels,
letting you simmer with the aftershocks of your
climax...
God, bacon, you taste so damn good.
©SelfTitled, 2017
