Underneath the throbbing sun,
your fingertips graze mine
and the tenderness of your lips melt into mine,
like warm apricot honey syrup.
Underneath these cherry blossoms,
your gleaming cocoa skin presses against mine
and this desire becomes raw,
like honeysuckles off the vine.
Your fingertips caress my sunsoaked thighs,
releasing a rhythmic sound
from my lips.
For when you dip your fingers into my flower,
the nectar flows out of me,
like warm honey
and this heartache ceases.
~ Taylor-Anne
September 17, 2019.
A/N: Hopefully, I got my point across. I love you all, my dear readers. ❤️
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
