Poems

WITH YOUR STEALTHY TONGUE
by Diana Junyent

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I like when you kiss me as if you were crazy With your eyes rolled up and your far away face





I like when you kiss me as if you were crazy,
With your eyes rolled up and your far away face,
It seems as if youŽd forgotten to take your pill
And it seems that a finger has sealed up your wound.

As all desire is filled with my hunger,
With your stealthy tongue, you fill my hunger.
Incomplete larva, you resemble my hunger
And you appear as nymphomania's word.

I like when you?re licking and you are doing your thing
And you are like rubbing and emitting a murmur.
And you don?t hear me from afar and my hand doesn?t reach you:
Let me cum with your moan.

Let me kiss you with these lips too,
Red like blood, fresh like a fountain.
You are like the night, liquidized and dark,
Your scream is a star scream, so wild and passionate.

I like when you cum because you seem defeated,
Pale and pious as if you were dead.
One slight contact then, at that moment, a whisper is enough.
And I?m horny, horny because it can?t be so.

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