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.)
Random Misanthrope 
steamy and sensually GORGEOUS..:)
Wow, thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🙂
Phew! Is it me or did the temperature just go up in here? 😉
I almost feel like I was to sing (lol).
A very sensuous write.
Thanks for sharing.
My second Potluck entry is probably way too spicy, but what the heck…
Make Sweet Love To Me
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.
Nice one, Dahling! and that’s putting it mildly!
Here’s my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/
Thank you, Charles. I sure had fun writing this one. 🙂 Can’t wait to read yours.
Mmmm, well done! Just excuse me a moment will you? ;o)
so real and hot.
well done.
🙂