Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: love, poetry, girl author, dropdeaddiva, creative writing
He came to her in the night—her Phantom—whispering dark promises and kissed her until she ran out of breath.
Her taste, he can never get enough of.
“The universe, I will give you…” he vowed.
“No… Just show me the stars,” She said.
And he did just that. She saw stars when he went down on her and flicked his tongue on her hardened numb.
She could’ve sworn she saw more than stars when his tongue fucked her hole.
She believed she saw the universe he was offering her.
And then he left her—earthbound but dreaming of stars…
And the music started playing—an unheard tune heard only by them both.
She felt his touch. He felt her soul.
He heard her heartbeat. She heard his words.
She was all grace and sensuality.
He was the Phantom that enticed her inner wanton goddess.
She shivered at his touch.
He gloried at the effect he has on her.
She was the dancer. He was the beat.
She craved the dance. He gave it to her.
But when the music stops, what happens then?
His voice was pure seduction—an invitation to sin.
He speaks of carnal desire—his naked lust for her unveiled.
Her hands took his full length and led him inside her.
And he was in her, moving that old familiar movement, she trai...