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UNTITLED IV. (an acrostic)
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UNTITLED IV.
I swear, I do declare hers is an acquired taste
Sending me to transcendent locations as I’m sure not to make haste
Preparing the way to intercourse on the ladder of lustful rungs
Rolling clitoris and cl!toral hood with my tongue
Empting my inhibitions as I bait her to bring us -
Always closer to merging urges, via c*nnilingus
Delving into casting tart delicacies, and turning the tide
Heralding the coming of something good with my tongues rough side
Effervescent is the mood with no subtle submission
Real and up front is the tongue-cl!t stimulation
Leveraged and positioned to make her whole body don a grin
Already braced to have her nectar run down my chin
By and large, the charged atmosphere has ions of excitement
Inklings of orgasmic clamor just adds to the enticement -
Under the shroud of c*nnilingual communiqués, we phase
Melding and merging our beings in a communion of which I’ll feel for days
I swear, I do declare me and her make quite a pair
Kissing her p*ssy with my chin on the split of her derrière
I kiss her cl!t while digitally stimulating her inner c*nt
Singing my praises in cries and moans as I stimulate her ‘warm front’
Sharing this moment, this time and this space
Elevating the ecstasy with a teasing tongue trace
Delving into particular locations on her body – a very private place
Having the time of my life, positioned, with her p*ssy in my face
Erratic convulsions rattle her frame as her voice reaches a certain pitch
Reaching for anything she can grab a hold of after having ‘toggled her switch’
Undermining barriers that for so long have been built as a defense
Titillating her to the point when she speaks, she doesn’t make sense
Erasing the tension, that at one time she brung
Razing the walls of her womanish parlor with the flickering of my tongue
Unleashing a torrent of tangy tartness that stains my lips
She lets loose her liquid libations of which I take swallows and sips
I swear, I do declare it had a moist squishy feel
Albeit moist, I choiced to go ahead and make a meal
Tasting glandular delights that sets a tone for an experience inaugurated
Eating p*ssy has me drunk with ecstatic libation … I’m intoxicated
Opening the doors to lasciviously sexual delights 
Under the guise and rise of the sensually polite
Titillating her monkey with a tongue – electric and about to arc
Harnessing the power of ecstatic build up, like a capacitor about to spark
Energized by her swiveling hips and the taste of her pubic skin
Reveling from the feel of her p*ssy pivoting on my lips and chin
Volleying her tw@t back and forth as I lick her space
Agitating and aggravating her to a point where she begins to f*ck my face
Gargling with the rinse of her orgasmic sensation
Inundated with the flood of her female ejaculation
Nicely nasty with her ‘gin n juice’ as her tw@t rubs it, and smears it
All over my face as my tongue lauds it and cheers it
I swear, I do declare she was every bit as passionate -
Seething with Desire … no guessing where the passion went
Pausing only to take deep breaths, to go places passion sent
Racing to raze barriers so that we can dwell under passions tent
Evening activities taking a turn for the better
Albeit hot and arid passions, in certain places she gets wetter
Damming me to euphoric places in a spiritual plane
Hearing her sighs and hissing, not missing the sensual gains
Edging towards orgasmic bliss while running a kaleidoscope in her mind
Reaping the effects and rounds of smoking flesh as I f*ck her from behind
Cuntal clones from frenzied frontal friendliness wets my shaft
Harmony of name calling as she lubricates my ‘rod’ and my ‘staff’
Elevated ecstasy mounted as we indulged in a sensual art
Erasing tensions built by celibate separation caused by time apart
Keeping current with a rhythm that allows my body to smack her @ss
She shudders from the resulting orgasm that’s nothing short of world class
Written by: K-JiO
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