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Golden Vanilla

12/2/2011

7 Comments

 

  Golden Vanilla

  Maybe its the way the sun,
  Reflects off what drips off your tongue,
  As melting drops of creamy white,
  Just disappear within my site....
  Only to appear once more,
  But not the same spot as before,
  As I watch the trails of crème recess,
  And disappear below your dress....
  Giving me the awesome thrill,
  Of wondering what it will chill,
  While listening for any sound,
  You make as it is running down....
  I grab your hands around a cone,
  To catch each drip before you moan,
  Then watching as it slowly fills,
  But crouching right before it spills....
  Then and only then I lick,
  The places that it didnt stick,
  Grabbing for another cone,
  Enjoying what Ive always known.

  Terry

7 Comments
Ana
12/8/2011 09:05:58 am

I love it!

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sandeep jain
12/10/2011 04:49:30 pm

ha...sensuous

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TeeRod
12/11/2011 12:18:12 pm

I'm am proud to say that some of this beautiful poetry was inspired and shared by several life and death experiences as we paved the road to our future.......Thank You for your companionship.

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Ella Betz
12/25/2011 02:46:57 am

Lovely

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vicki
7/6/2012 01:15:49 am

wonderful works......may you feel the benefits of your works...thanks

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Terry
11/24/2012 12:12:22 am

thank you vicki

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Lisa Mac
8/11/2014 11:54:46 am

Beautifully Erotic.... Slip of sadness... Lovin some new poetry

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