Paint Me - Sex Stories

Paint Me

She said

“Paint me

with my own

smooth nectar

Dance the tip

of your tongue

along the length

of me

Create art

with my sex

to ripen my flower

and harvest my nectar”

And like a gentle rain

she started to drip

first slowly

then in gushes

Patiently waiting

For me to slide in

and devour her

And so

she waits

bent in submission

near a moonlit path

stars glistening

my fingers coaxing

her sea of dreams

stripped by my poetry

revealed in flashes

my intimate invasion

eliciting echos of darkness

as my heated tongue traveling

along her sacred valley

leading her to paradise