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"𝘠𝘰𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭π˜ͺ𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.
𝗦𝗡𝗲 π—Ήπ—Όπ˜ƒπ—²π˜€ π˜†π—Όπ˜‚ 𝗹𝗢𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻.


𝘠𝘰𝘢 𝘭π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭π˜ͺ𝘬𝘦 𝘨π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.
𝗦𝗡𝗲'π˜€ π—΅π—Όπ˜ π˜„π—Άπ˜π—΅ π—²π˜…π—½π—Ώπ—²π˜€π˜€π—Άπ—Όπ—».


𝘠𝘰𝘢 𝘬π˜ͺ𝘴𝘴 𝘡𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘡𝘡𝘭𝘦.
𝗦𝗡𝗲 π˜€π˜π—Άπ—Ώπ˜€ π˜‚π—½ π˜π—΅π—² π—²π˜€π˜€π—²π—»π—°π—².


𝘠𝘰𝘢 𝘡π˜ͺ𝘱 𝘡𝘩𝘦 𝘡𝘦𝘒𝘱𝘰𝘡.
& π˜€π—΅π—² π˜€π—Άπ—½π˜€ π˜π—΅π—² π—Ύπ˜‚π—²π˜€π˜π—Άπ—Όπ—»."


꧁꧂

mica light β€’ poetry
Dylan A Apr 30
I want to annotate your margins with my mouth.
Then I wanna arch you, till your spine curves.
I’ll take your pretty cover off and touch your soft paperback.
To affirm the words you wrote to me,
So forth, I’ll even say: And I, you.
So I, so you; so much.
You’re so then, such a good girl.
I’d use you and reuse you, maybe even never, ever let go.
You make me turn to our next chapter.
So, I do.
somedumbbitch Apr 22
Desynchronized glances,
evaporate
into long, ravenous gazes.

Each of us is a mirrored pool,
a reflecting pond,
that the other could swan-dive, into,
facefirst, and drown in.

We drip hotly
and melt, for each other,
like simmering rivers
of molten candle wax.
I twist around you
like a curl, of oiled hemp.
Your fingers tense, grip,
and peel back the skin, of
cotton thigh highs
as your face elongates,
and your mouth, moves...

languorous tongue,
trailblazing downwards
from the mons veneris,
to worship, devoutly,
at my sacred shrine, below.
The slippery wetness,
of exposed thigh
slicks, and grazes,
your stubbled cheeks
tenderly perfuming
the tensed column,
of your working throat,
with my feminine scent.

We interlock, tongue and groove.

Your tongue tip flicks the nub,
back and forth,
like an ignition switch,
as the engine hums, to life.

You stoke my fires,
with every lingual stroke.
You blow my torch,
into a fervid flame
that spreads heat throughout
the inner chamber,
and you warm your face
in its baking, radiant glow.

I bite down, delirious with ecstasy,
into the skin, of my own tensing arms;
wrists bound, in python restraints, overhead:
resisting the force, of the virulent scream
forcibly spreading, throughout pink lungs.

Yes...oh, God, yes.

I churn, from the hips, down
raining, into your expectant face,
mouth pealed, helplessly, for the scream...
and the sunlight breaks overhead
as I smile brightly, and collapse, around you.

...Oh...puddin'...have mercy, on me.

Now...

we separate,
and interchange places, smoothly.

Your hands, dig, into the voluminous depths
of loosely bound, twin comet tails.
You wrap their trailing, cherry cola ends,
around tight, clenched knuckle fists,
as my lips, purr, against ever-expanding skin.

Don't you dare...let go,
of these handlebars, baby,
as I rev up, hard,
hit a wet patch, and SLIDE.

....Hold on tight, to me, and RIDE.
Vrooom, vrooom! <3
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