Poem -

Creating drops of sin.

Sing to me in tender tongue
As you travel her naked skin

The rippling of vibrations
Creating drops of sin

Breathing in your moisture
Envisioning

A vision of me
While holding onto her

Touch me deep inside
Don't close your eyes

Never look away
Nor stray
Stay

Blood pumping
Heartbeat rise

Screaming
Come claim your prize

Enter me
as
you do her

Sing to her in tender tongue
As you travel my naked skin

The rippling of vibrations
Creating drops of sin.

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