Essence #53

Come, kneel between my
spread legs,
so that I can brush your hair back
with my fingers.

I long to pull it tightly into my grip,
to see your eyes
as you take me
into your warm, wet mouth.

I crave to feel you worship me
as only you can do
leaving me completely satisfied,
undone and weak in the knees.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 20-Oct-17

Written using Free Verse poetry form.

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