Soft
 
 
What soft skin, and that is mine.
You beg me to remove what hides your beauty down under,
and I do,
with relish.
Softly I tease your attire away,
revealing your silken layer beneath,
and oh! velvet folds await,
beckoning me with their bittersweet juices.
I bite, and you squirt.
Like the ripe fruit that you are, you melt on my tongue.
I eat hungrily, with a fervor I haven't felt since the last time.
The smooth sliding down my throat causes me to erupt into silent fits of pleasure.
Time is almost out. We are almost done.
With a soft nibble you are gone.
You are mine.
As sweet as your fresh love may be,
you haven't satisfied me completely,
so I reach for one of your companions,
another orange for the road.
 
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir