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Wake Up Call
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EROTIC Poems/Letters In the ending of a dream,
your touch that always draws forth a sweet nectar,
finds me wet and warm.
It's your fingers that bring me to a blissful awakening as
they expertly and slowly open the quivering lips.
From the very bottom where the lips meet,
a soft tongue spreads the flowing liquid and travels toward
a throbbing bud that has escape from the safety of it's hood.
A delicate pink standing out in a sea of dark curling hair, that is
studded with pink dew.
Reaching this point of pleasure, I savor the waves that pull me under
and drown me in heat.
And while you rub and tease me into a frenzy,
my hands grasp the covers and you grasp my flushed cheeks so
that you could get closer to the fervor.
With shaking legs and a delicious sigh,
my release is exquisite.
