Poetica 1

I made love to you in my dream last night.
I spilled love juice like passion inside your warmth.
I caressed your curves with every soft snore.
I kissed up and down your thighs in short tongue flicks of poetry and long sucks of prose.
I tasted all your sweetness, without a word spoken.
I kissed your lips and then plunged in between the folds.
I made you arch your back and scream.
All it took was my words.

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