eyes closed, head thrown back
lips parted, low moan rumbling...
my hair drapes your thighs
you're soaking me, love
tongue and fingers drenched with such
sugar sweet liquor
tracing my contours...
my body, passionate braille,
speaks through his fingers
"uhhhhhnnn, your skin is silk"...
breasts circumnavigated
my belly quivers
his palm pressed to it
he strings warm kisses like pearls
from chin to navel
rough cheek on my hip
soft tears of joy and relief
"you are my refuge"
"...my greatest desire"
adroit hands and lips show me
the depth of his love
Not at all! Yours is perfect...it revved me up and inspired mine.
This whole "serial haiku" thing I do is totally unheard of. Not haiku at all, really. But...hahahaha...I've said my mea culpas to the group over time, and they indulge me.
Thank you for your compliment. It means a lot.
glistening wet curves
staccato... rise arches up
pushing my tongue deep
pulse racing, breath stopped
Drew, I love your Hot Haiku
steamy imagery
standing in public
he gives me a look; leans in
whispers with his tongue
as he leans over
her scent commands his senses
her carnal love slave
gently between breaths
her fingers calm and deliberate
glide across wet cheeks
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