Like a Poetic Drop Of Rain
Poem
Published in
Dec 23, 2022
An expensive champagne
Runs down my nipple
Like a poetic drop of rain
And you already sip slow
From my sensual high plain
This sparkling wine has me tickled
And you let your tongue remain
Right here on my nipple
Where multiple orgasms are unchained
So, either make me come or make me giggle
Now we have become inflamed
The moans of pleasure bristle
Our lust too big to tame
Your instant touch makes me ripple
While I’m calling out your name
My soul found a way to wriggle
The moment that I came
And we merged, little by little
So, was to climax our aim
Or to find our favorite tipple?
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