Paradise
By Brinn Wallin
And when the Night finally fell
Upon my lips, my dear,
You kissed me ‘til
I cried; You kissed me here
and there—everywhere.
Sweet moans salted by my tears
You draped your lavished tongue across,
Like you were feasting on bread and beer;
And as my chest swelled out from my lace bra,
You watched it fall and rise in raucous rapidity,
Red with the passion pulsing through my veins.
How could you touch me with such lucidity,
While I lay faint with fiery desire, and chained
To our bower by a power beyond which I can explain?
Brinn W.
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