Midnight Threesome - my poetic story
two sharp contrast
two different scents
Caramel and chocolate
Evoking the same reaction
Lust and a long poled reaction
Impress me,caramel cooed
Show me how different you are from the rest.
Chocolate was busy savouring of the bud of caramel
I stood mesmerised
Sculpturing the sight into me
For explosive sex just like fine wine
Has to be taken in,visually
Stirred or touched
Tasted lightly
Before settling to a mouthful
And even rhytm
I join them on the rug
One with the mass of tangling hands and feet
Lips sought the nape of caramel and fingers the gulf of chocolate
All my sensories turn to tastebuds
Pleasure recieved in giving.
Giving and recieving lost its significance
A cycle of oral pleasure ensued
A dash of caramels core and a scoop of chocolate
Wildly different scents
Served up on my index finger
With eager eyes and like 3starving kids,we choke down on the seemingly erring finger
Burying it in a mixture of wet tingling tongues
69 became 696
And the slightest touch provoked insane pleasure
Soft bodies meshed together in contrasting colours,seperated only by the heat created on contact
A painters dream
Tongue buried deep in boiling and twitching crimsion
Whilst pole was massaged by a moth of warm ice
Moist flickers around balls
Ensured head jerked back to
Massage the core of the 6 on the 9
A rhythm of pleasure
A dancing of fingers
The flaying of feets
An orgy of tongues
Lead to an explosion of orgasms
Multiple,
And the rise of the fragrance , sex
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