Black Lace
Black lace drapes
her sullen shoulders
alabaster illusions beguile
as moist mouths mount anticipation
teeth grind the collar
controlled
corralled breaths hush
honey dipped suckels
carress her wings
engulfing her breed
choking along with our greed
as our needs loudly sing
Black lace gripped
then ripped
apart
bosoms blossom
and her bud blooms
desires quench as lips lick
and lap in luxury
I'll be coming soon
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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