Essence #47

Seeing her fingers
and wet folds
he longs to imbibe her essence,
to clasp her little nub
between his lips
and suck…
but, for now he is content
just waiting,
and watching
her efforts-
teasing him.
© AC Elliott, 10-Oct-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.


6 thoughts on “Essence #47”

  1. As she touches
    Her throbbing sex
    She watches his eyes
    As they darken
    Her eyes soon travel
    Down his torso
    Coming to rest and widen
    At the stretching bulge
    Growing hungry
    With a pulsating need
    As her fingers continue
    To manipulate her own desires

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