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tasting autumn

by Jolie Jordan

He's counting down the seconds
until her rosy fists open
like vernal cavities

with petals wide and gaping
dangling wet and willing while
he slips her a skilful tongue

she uncoils and springs open
weeping for the delicate lingua
draping within her damp thighs.

09/18/2004

Author's Note: ...

Posted on 09/18/2004
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 09/18/04 at 09:25 PM

That's hot.

Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 09/26/04 at 04:15 AM

I feel silly for blushing. This is very very sexy.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/09/05 at 02:24 PM

and this is exactly as it should be... blessings...

Posted by JD Clay on 08/05/07 at 02:44 PM

Oh, this is a delicious little morsel!

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