Poems by Floral and Faun

Wet for syntax sex.

Her fonts winked
purring
at his tall,
spangling syntax.

Xxx

 

Crashing.

Tickling her funny-bone I
Slammed her into the wall which
Moaned
in submission.

Xxx

 

The curve of her breast a comma.

The curve of her breast was a comma
her nipple a taut full stop
I designed a trajectory
against her feminine grammar

Starting at her aureola I
proceeded to cusp with
musk-drunk tongue
the weight of her commas

Making my way down
drizzling syntax I
settled in the
aromatic nest
of her belly
button
then laid siege
all thrust and buck
to the wet,
smelted valley
of her sacral glint.

Xxx

 

How was your drive?

His cock was an island
a rocking horse
A mount upon which she
laid herself bare – submissive
portrait in a gilt-scent frame –
pinned against passive-aggressive wall

impaled like a butterfly wing,
prodded, puckered, undone.

Xxx

 

Heart Throb.

And from between her thighs
The silken gloss leaks
Of their spent undoing

A sapping.

xxx

 

Touch.

And sparking and
Combusting into her
Layered scents
Of flesh flower I
Spent myself
In profound
Gleaming white
Unto
The collecting basket
Of abdomen.

Xxx

 

Herward steering.

Drive me
To your moon and
Let me wind
Among her stars.

Xxx

 

His Majesty.

You have the most beautiful
Bold cock.
The type of cock I’d love to
Run my tongue up
and down,
The type of cock I’d love to
ride through sensation.

Xxx

 

Her toes.

I supped on her wriggling
Toes their quaint red tips
Giggling
In motion –
Covertly supplying her
Already gyrating
pubis
with knowledge
Of impending bloom.

Xxx

 

Purr.

My humming cranium
Effortlessly removed her
Panting panties
My tongue tormenting
The lushly panting space with
Shudders and shivers.
Later on
Her physicality reduced to
Mere aromatic puddle
I ploughed in
Thrusting into her very essence.

Xxx

 

Images crane.

She lies on her belly
Lifting
Her pelvis

Fingers moistened as she works
Her clit delicately
at first,
Circling its nerve stem
Lightly, tenderly
Imagining his tongue
Mouth, chin
Grinding into her.

Breasts full
Her nipples are erect
Grazing the sheets as she imagines the moment
When his cock plunges and plummets
Into her

Fire stoked in her belly
Breath quickening
As he orbits.

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