Sultress

All I have to do
Is tip her…
All over my lips, at first, then

She starts to go down

Better than the rest

Her wicked whip of joy cracks with a satisfaction

Unmatched

Snatched euphoria glitters on a crush

And then, oh the rush!

She slips to that place only she knows

My god, she knows where to go

And knows what to do when she gets there
Which, naturally, she does, so quickly

The blood rushes to my skull

I throw my head back as the electricity switches on

Numbing my eyes

Dumbing my senses

Senselessness repels my attempt to control her

So why try?

I let her slide all over my body

Her smoky face hazes, it raises the hairs on my neck

Then, she goes for the kill

With a skill, a precision unchallenged

She hits the spot.

My hearts stops, clots, then fires pistons

Visions blur, my head swims with a radiance

And as my rapture spills to the air all around

The sound of her pleasures ring in my ears

And weak tears swell in my eyes

Sending me to ecstasy
As I slump, relax, exhale
But as always, she is ready for me again
All I have to do, is tip her
And down she goes.

For she is as good as they come;

By far and above the only one

My most beautiful, my smooth sultress

My delectable 
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Copyright © 2012 by Simon Austin