Consume Me
Consume Me  poetry stories

katkat_397 TheFrenchWordForPassionne (Impassioned)
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Title - self-explanatory, mature themes. Girlxgirl. A short poem about desires.

Consume Me

I run my fingers through her gentle waves, gliding past, I see her daring eyes gleaming at me; adventure, passion.

The deep red of her cheeks; full and hot as she presses them against me.

Lips chapped and wet and on me, flesh on her neck where I desire my mouth to soon meet, but not yet.

Breasts roaming against mine, a surface touch, a sharp moan; full and beautiful.

Her hands all over me all at once, my hands chasing hers.

To be a part of her, me, unite us please!

Butterfly like touch, lips to stomach; body against body. Smooth, still hot.

Fingers to thigh; alluring and electric, and her tongue against me finally.

Pink the warmest colour, red the deepest desire; love.

Flesh as its own entity...

And, I close my eyes.

White lines in darkness, a sort of black.

All I see, all I hear, sounds combine.

Breaths, whispers, moans, longing; you.

My mind never wanting to fight her off.

She is consuming me.

Copyright (c) by Kathryn Jenkins.

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