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Poetry | Erotica
Pink Pleasures
An Erotic Poem
The illumination of sunrise, while we lie naked in bed,
a blanket pulled up all the way to our heads.
A peek of my vulva hidden between thighs,
opened swiftly as his palms spread them wide.
The tip of his tongue, a tease and a taste,
the ends of his fingers, in my hair, interlaced.
The head of his cock, before it dives in,
to search for those places found only within.
The glow of my bottom after a paddling,
pressed into his lap, that I am straddling.
A nipple caught between his finger and thumb,
the tightness increasing, making my blood thrum.
The blush of my cheeks as he says something dirty,
reminding me I’m his, whether he’s serious or flirty.
Chaffing of my lips from his hairs short and curly,
his mustache and beard, not yet shaven this early.
The hue of my flesh after an unhurried heated soak,
the shade of my panties pulled over my hips in one stroke.
The rose-tinted glasses I wear as he leaves,
his lips touching my own, soft as a breeze.
This Poem is about a few of my favorite things, all in my favorite colour! I have linked to the Prompt Simple Joys on Mmm Mondays
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