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Feasting
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Dedications How I miss a man
feasting on me
like I'm his last meal
Tongue thrashing,
savoring, devouring,
fingers deeply exploring
He ignites a fire in me
that makes me
burn with desire...
until I explode
like a volcano,
hot lava on his lips
And he drowns
amidst the flood
of my pleasure
Such flavor
This is such a good read.
I miss this sort of writing from you.
It is so good. And needed like a neccessity like water or air.