• nigamesh 6w

    We walk,
    from diner
    to my home's dinning.
    I pour a glass
    of water for you,
    For wine is
    not the tradition
    I grew up in.
    You held the glass.
    Crushed between were
    my fingers,
    Crushed was my heart.
    As beast unchained,
    we undressed.
    So fast, I forgot
    How slow we tried?
    Letting that silk go off
    and desires surface up.
    We kissed before that.
    I tasted chicken,
    May be your tounge
    cleaned my mushroom
    stuck between.
    We went on devouring,
    the very last scent
    of food left.
    I went for necks,
    and road down the hill
    with bossoms, navels
    and to the valley of flowers.
    I tasted all of your sweat.
    The one, dribbling down.
    The one, just surfaced.
    The one dried.
    I licked it all,
    like a stray dog,
    in the bin.
    Irresistible are dogs.
    and so are men.
    Men, who are dogs.

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    Sweaty Sex

    "...
    I tasted all of your sweat.
    The one, dribbling down.
    The one, just surfaced.
    The one dried.
    I licked it all,
    ... "
    ©nigamesh