Fevered Mind

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

NSFW

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Impassioned sighs,

To primal cries,

I love the litany you sing,

When I have you-

At my feet.

Stroking sin,

Through satin sheets,

Pulls from you sounds,

Akin to beasts in heat.

And when I bend-

My mouth to taste,

That sweetened bud,

Encased in lace,

You will sing-

Your song for me,

As long as I wish it to be sung.