To sweet intoxication’s source

I kneel in worship on the floor
You are the goddess I adore
Your perfect form is so divine
I can’t believe that you are mine

I strip away your velvet dress
To feel your stockings’ soft caress
Your waist is narrow, corset tight,
A svelte and most alluring sight

You kiss me harshly, tongue a sword,
And tie my wrists with silken chord
My ankles too, while yours spread wide,
Your lacy knickers cast aside

Ascending slowly from your feet
I tease and stoke your liquid heat
A secret trail I cannot see
That’s marked by kisses yet to be

My lips press lightly to your skin
Along the path that winds me in
An urgent aromatic course
To sweet intoxication’s source

You beg me, ‘Hurry! Please be quick!’
While round your lips I bite and lick
My tongue sweeps circles round your clit
And delves within your luscious slit

Your fingers grab and pull my hair
Your breathing shallow: ‘Nearly there!’
Until with one ecstatic whine
You shower me in sacred wine

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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