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Her nectar flows for me alone, sultry, scorching,

and wild, like an unruly tiger with searing claws caught

in a raging fire. Desperate to escape the oppression

of another lonely night, she strips into total exposure

allowing my tongue to pierce her vulnerable

orchid, deep as a Ruby-throated hummingbird – my nose

nuzzling through the mossy grotto where I sniff

the lair of a damp, purring princess.

Hare coursing a favorable opportunity to snare her

moist rabbit, I chain my chin between alabaster pillars,

drinking mist from her bowed-spine waterfall. Climbing

atop her clitoral dome, waiting and waiting the invitation

beckoning me to mount her like a surfboard, ridding

the iridescent waves that spank our lustful thighs

with walloping sounds like: whack, whack, as I watch her

breasts dancing to rhythmic beats of a seahorse ballet.

Nails claw like leopards devouring a lone extant meal

as her teeth nearly pierce my earlobes. She bites like a

feline distressed, yet tastes like cinnamon and honey

unwrapped in the glowing candlelight from a bedroom

penetrated by a dazzling full moon. My lips perforated

from her nibbles, yet still manage to kiss I love you...over

every inch of her delicate skin, drenched in the musky

scent of perfume releasing like champagne bubbles.

Lumbering in her sugar basin feels like a hump in a hot

sauna. It echoes like a Caribbean conch shell. Pretty pink

like oozing cream from a chocolate covered cherry

sliding down your throat, such a sweet savor of ecstasy

flooding my soul in luxury and joy as she grabs my stem

like a python encircling its prey, until every seed spills

a last breath into the memory foam of her vagina, smelling

identical to the aromatic poppies that just intoxicated me.