What Pleasure Will Befall Me!

You mouth
luscious & wet

kissing now the back
now the front

of my arching neck

its bliss
flitting like a butterfly

from kiss
to kiss

awaiting with anticipation

what pleasure
will befall me

as your lips
kiss & kiss

&
kiss

my swooning skin.

poem by Doral Deepset
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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