Ropes : Sex Poetry

Ropes

By: Julia L. Clark

My throat is howling in to the deepest of seduction

As I am walking on chattered pieces of picture frames.

I am begging in silence to untie this ropes so

I can soak you in to the waves of my breath

I want to smell the flickering of the candle lights

In you as there is no easy way to explain. I give

To you my control tenderly.

So with every emotion pick

Up the phone and answer

My call please I am

Begging please

Please

Suck

My

Fingers

Grip

My

Crouch

Look in to my eyes

As you can believe

In me. Suck

My neck

Feel my

Throbbing

Nature of

My nipples

They are so 

D

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C

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O

S

As the story goes in to over drive

I am the ambition that spin your

Tires. Finally one tear shed

As you release my

R

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