Fevered Mind

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

NSFW

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A summer’s breeze kissing the tops of trees,

The sight of a man down on his knees-

Licking me clean.

The scent of honeysuckle as the sun sets,

Pleasured moans as I grow wet,

Out on the back deck.

Brisk, cold air inside my lungs,

Teasing looks, just for fun,

His length within me as I cum.

Life is full of little pleasures,

Lost so often ‘midst its pressures,

To neglect that which you enjoy at leisure.

And so do not forget to dance,

And do not ever miss the chance,

To ride upon an offered lance.