Erotic

Intentions

Beneath the twilight sky, the winter’s mist bares witness to my lover’s breath, and my kisses desire soars to consume his vulnerable lips. As our mouths writhe back and forth, my tongue drips with the juicy sweetness of his secretion and I hunger for more of his erogenous Motus Operandi. I entice his face back onto mine, my hands coddling the back of his head. As our intentions make contact we starburst, our bodies steadfastly swimming in the euphoria. As perspiration lubricates and the ferocity of each other heightens, our power of restraint now dead, our eyes nearly roll into the back of our heads. 

Copyright © 2017 Angela Marie Suor

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