Knocked Askew

You make me burn.

I am on fire.

So intense.

Raging desire.

Taste you. Hot.

Caressing hair.

I feel you touch.

Me down there.

Slide my dress.

Slip to the floor.

Need you now.

Fill up my core.

Push me back.

Against the wall.

Hand over mouth.

My whimpered call.

I scream in pleasure.

I moan in pain.

Your fingertips.

Drive me insane.

Feather tickles.

Down my spine.

Gently sipping.

Drinking candy wine.

You stroke. Thump.

Flick me there.

Sensations intense.

Exploding in air.

I pant. Hot breath.

On my clit.

Flip me over. Straddle.

Make me sit.

Your face.

Riding the wave.

Cresting. The feeling.

I am your sex slave.

Shallow.

My breath comes out.

Climaxing.

Your name I shout.

Overwhelmed.

Finally calming down.

You knocked askew.

This girl and her crown.


Poetry Written By:


Eryn Dunbar

Comments

David said…
I invisioned every word and action , thank you , much needed
Eryona Writes! said…
Thank you, David...so glad you enjoyed it!
Anonymous said…
Oh my...Sounds like a very sensual encounter......
Truly moving and feeling this
Justice13james said…
Certainly this Poem is like an adult beverage 🥵 with
habernaro garnish
Eryona Writes! said…
Yes, spicy and needs to be consumed by at least two people. Ha
Eryona Writes! said…
Thank you Max! Much appreciated coming from another skilled writer, Sir!!!!
Eryona Writes! said…
Wouldn't it be something to remember if it had happened, but sadly it hasn't happened yet. Maybe something to look forward to...Ha
Melvin said…
You give as much as you receive. The passion is so real, so visual. Not just words on a page.
Eryona Writes! said…
Nah....they're just words. lol 😉

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