Heated dreams – erotica poetry

He’s on my mind
Temptation all around
Slowly pulling me down
We danced into the morning
I saw your blooded hands
Watching as you licked it off
The liquid running free
With every inch you gave me
The taste of malted whiskey
On the of my tongue
Your cocktail the perfect combination
For making me weak
Falling to me knees I plead for release
An end to this tortuous pleasure
Then I wake up

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