Fevered Mind

A poetry by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

NSFW

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A sweet caress,

Beneath hem of dress,

Urges your knees unto the floor.

How could you not,

Indulge the thought,

Of your lips upon the core-

Of a hardened,

Length of need,

You have the urge,

You had to feed,

To take it all,

In one swift go,

You want it now-

To taste the flow,

Of the gift, salty sweet,

Your moans reverberating,

As though in heat.

And as you bob,

You hear the sob,

Hinting an end,

You dutifully attend,

And when its jets,

Your throat accepts,

The nourishment you have sought.