Your Spoils I Savor

Traces of your crimson gloss

Relic the confines

Many physicality’s withheld

I succumb these desires

Which have been long suppressed

Gloss me the pout of your full bloom

Consummate me your savors

I savor your sweetened flavors

Our mouths interlocked

Abase me your passionate glands

Embellish me, intense devours

An overpowering surge vexes my loins

Sweet caramel drippings

Slip from the tip of your tongue

My chest heaves 

Combustions set to rage

If your body was a scribe

My tongue would be the ink tip

Drips of lettering, I write across your canvas

If your spreads was a Muriel

I would be your paintbrush

As I greedily devour your canvas

Spew the purities of this…..

Undaunted elixir

A goddess wanes right before me….

Moans and whispers

Our bodily consumes enflamed 

Under the restful eyes

That beam the full moon…..

I center myself your circumference

Spells of anticipation

Has been long over do……

Fixations dwell my temple

Mental stimulation

An open invitation

As we engage

Like savages unleashed

Prelude to the perils

Of this……Nighttime rendezvous……

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