Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Zai

 Peach color

Sweet as organic honey

Salivating at the thought of you

You move as if you know you’re being watched

And I enjoy the view

I enjoy you pleasing yourself

whining your hips against your fingers

My favorite actually

I love when you serve them to me

After they’ve been so deep in your sea

Onto this soft platter

one at a time

I remove the sweet gold from your fingers

in between your fingers

Savoring every drop of it

licking the remains of you off my bottom lip

That usually gets you wetter

You part your thighs

Showing me your sweet peach

Glistening like honey

Posted in Poetry

Love like Honey

Lips like honey

Locked with intentions

I bite and suck, not missing a drop

So sweet and soft

Leaving my thighs sticky

You follow the aroma

Nose suddenly buried in my flower

I bloomed on a sunny Thursday morning

Your acrylic nails grip my plump ass

Watching The dip in your back

The motion was in your bare hips

The vibrations between my lips as you moan

I inhale

Then release

On your sweet Lips, like honey