Sticky fingers
is what I oughta call you..
for sticking your fingers
in my honey pot.
Deeper and deeper they go
inching closer to that dangerous spot..
FUCK!
I scream..
Because the combination of that mouth and those thick fingers
is lethal.
I’ve lost count of how many times, I’ve cum,
is this the sequel?
…or is this the third or the fourth?
I’m really unsure,
everything postcoital is a blur.
Except the fact that you leave me wanting more..
I feel my climax building, I am on the brink.
Heart racing,
no time to think.
Your tongue laps mercilessly as I drench your face
in my sweetest nectar.
Such a feign for the honey, baby.
You should have been a bee.
while searching for the honey,
you ignore all my pleas…
Finger fucking, sucking,
O M G!
Sticky fingers..
is what I oughta call you,
for sticking your fingers in my honey pot.
🍯 – Poetic Gawdess
DAMN! So fucking raw! Love it. I’m a huge fan of a woman’s honey pot. Such a rush when you know it’s time for you to orgasm. Nice description. A like & bookmarked P.G. xoxo
Keith, thank you! I’m honored to be bookmarked. xx
~P.G💋
Love the directness mixed with metaphor, very evocative.
Will, thank you so much for the comment and the read. xx
~P.G💋
Lusciously penned, P.G. Seductive, hot, and sticky sounds like good times my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
It’s always a good time Damian, especially where honey pots are concerned. ☺️ xx
~P.G💋
Dammit! This reading bee got stuck in this poetic-honey. Like a Venus fly trap.
Or am I the hand?!
Hmmmm… depends on you M.E
~P.G💋
Your words sting in all the right places.
Yes! Goal achieved! xx
~P.G💋