Thief of the
night
Would you
really call me that?
You gave in
willingly
Willing me
To show you
where to bend
At the
waist, so I can taste
What’s at
the base, on my face
Drip, drop,
now my tongue slide
Enjoying the
spoils on the inside
Leaning you
down enjoying the ride
Bounce,
twist, rotate, pause
As you
prepare to get off
One crashing
wave after another
Allows me to
access your sauce
Your own
blend of broth
Taking me
asunder
Grabbing
hold of your thighs as you shudder
Ripping you
in half
I laugh
Slurping
down another
With my
smile so bright
I moan into
your womb, another for the thief of the night
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