Craving (so hard)Mature

She's a craving to me

A need for a taste: to eat,

Her heavenly heat.

Sweet on my lips

Holding her, wrapped,

tight to my hips.

So, she feeds me

A delicious serving

Swerving, turning, slow burning.

And I wish for more, hungry.

But this time a wink and she knows,


The End

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