Chaleur
(the French word for heat)

By Aurora’s Fire
 
You are my kiss goodnight,

wet and succulent tongue to taste.  

Sweet sultry indulgence in a mesh of lips.  

Slowly the tongue slips deeper,  

the lips move faster,  

the shiver,  

the moment,  

the strike of lightning,  

to the smooth mound between my legs.  

Soul searching hands wander over and around,  

harder you become and slippery am I.  

From my lips you have left,  

to my puckered up nipple you lower your head.  

Wrapping my legs round, I breathe out a sigh  

as the heat grows hotter here between my thighs.  

You bring your face down to cover my gold  

and I quiver in pleasure as you lick up my cum.  

I shake and scream as you lap at me faster,  

you bring to orgasm in shivers of rapture.  

You are my kiss goodnight,  

my dream as I sleep...  

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