Their velvet crimson tease beckon me to taste
Or at least run my finger feathery soft over them
All the while hoping they part
Allowing her honey warm moisture to enslave me
When she is hesitant
The soft bite she has whispers sweetly to me
Tugging at the thud in my chest
I want to bruise them with overuse
Yet I can only stare longingly
For her lips are not mine
She is only meant to tease me
With their puffy perfection
My imagination has tasted her often
And that’s all it will ever be
I am only a distant prisoner
Lost
Wondering how wonderful a moan would sound
Escaping her mouth
Passing over her lips
Thomas Aiden
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Photo Title: Miss M
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Bye Bye Anna
Location of Work: deviantArt
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