Darling, darling…

So sip so sweetly at my nectar,
Darling, darling, from down there.
And in return I’ll sip your honey,
Darling, darling, you know where.
I’ve got that little space to fill,
So darling, darling fill it up.
All the way up with your passion.
Darling, darling, to the top.
Love me, sweetly, gently, roughly.
Darling, darling, please don’t stop.
Give it, give it, give it to me.

Darling…

Let me get on top.

(This is my poetry potluck piece. This week’s theme is “Passionate Nights of Love.” Methinks a few babies will be made this week.)

8 thoughts on “Darling, darling…

    • Why, thank you, darling! 🙂 I’m honored to receive such a compliment from you, the master of the sensuous. Yes, it does kind of read like a song, doesn’t it? Must be the repetition of words and phrases.

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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