If I could taste you

11 Apr


If I could taste you

Just once.


Your forehead, your cheek, your throat, the nape of your neck.

The pulse place just below your ears that you touch with scent.


Your chin, your mouth, your lips, your tongue.

Your fingers, your hands, your wrists.

The soft pale inner part of your arm that sees less sun.


Your shoulders, your waist, your ribs.

The sculpted indentation of your elegant spine.


Your breasts, your areola, your hardening nipples

Beautiful and urgent beneath my soft breath.


Your toes, your ankles, your shins, your calves

The tender place at the back of your knees,

Your thighs, your hips.

The perfect peach

of your immaculate arse.


If I could taste you just once.

Pressing my lips to your exquisite sex.

Letting my tongue glide over your delicate folds.

Pressing my mouth to your desire-slick lips.

Teasing your clit with the tip of my tongue.


If I could taste you just once.

I would lose my appetite

for all others.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. Oh, but you ….

Art by William Oxer


Posted by on April 11, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “If I could taste you

  1. Daughter of Light

    April 11, 2020 at 2:25 pm

    I see horns! 🤨
    Are those horns mine? 😳
    I’m horny! 😈

    Liked by 1 person

  2. shiela stiles

    April 11, 2020 at 11:28 pm

    I wait for you.
    Always, FOREVER & A DAY

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thereluctantpoet

    April 12, 2020 at 12:03 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    MATURE CONTENT: Audio Recitation

    Liked by 1 person


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