NECTAR

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As your hips retract and your bones melt the skin from the inside, the hue of your shuddering breath as it kisses my face. Your satisfaction is my drug, baby. You're so soft.

I don't want to scratch you with my rough hands. You're so delicate. I can feel your heartbeat pumping in your blushed cheeks.

When my teeth cut your lips how you suck it off your fingers, knowing that I won't miss a drip. And what a neckline you possess. The curvature of your breasts.

The way they smile on your chest. If you get close or girl is over, I will strip you and end you. Feel my phallic swing heavy between your legs.

As you anticipate the entrance of my first shoulder crossing the door, the meeting of my eyes, catching you in the act. Now kiss me. Feel me rise between the intense heat behind your lips.

The curdling beneath your navel as I kiss each knee away from each other. As you offer me the doors and temple of your labia mara. A rich, overflowing mesmer of oceans that I only want to keep running at ravenous pace.

As I drink you, as I turn my fingers slowly inside of you, parting you, exploring you, feeling you, tasting you. As you give me peace and harmony wholesomely, gently, lovingly. As I lick your honeypot clean into the walls of your stomach, how I love your taste.

As my socks and deep swallows fill your nerves and soundscapes, how you please me. How you nestle my darkness and grab my head and closer to your flower as you stare at our slogan above our door. The word.

Poem.