What Pleasure Will Befall Me!
Your mouth
luscious & wet
kissing now the back
now the front
of my arching neck
its bliss
flitting like a butterfly
from kiss
to kiss
awaiting with anticipation
what pleasure
will befall me
as your lips
kiss & kiss
&
kiss
my swooning skin.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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