Free Sexy Poem
Rose Milk by Naomi Montana

On Peacockblue's the color of sex

Her legs were golden and draped
over the arm of the
plush chair
cherry painted toes teased the air.
The curve was smooth and full
The curve's were everywhere
her lips her breast her torso that dipped and
crested into her tummy.
She lifted one leg from the chair
and pointing those cherry toes ,
two hands
that looked like untouched satin gloves she began...
A torturous tease as she slid them the length to her knees.
Stopping, she bends and from deep red lips a dark ripe tongue,
it slides from the hip to the knee .
Her leg now lifted
exposed
a rose wet and pink and tender bud.
The hand now slides slowly along the inside of the leg,
dark hair shines
almost blue in hue she touched the bud
and her back arches
and the rose opens
and swells in full bloom.
She moans and writhes as the finger slip in and over ,
over and in her legs
fall fully open her head drops back ...
the rose begins to drip silky milk ,
it pulses and invites it contract
and begs and pleads
and her finger become frantic to it's needs,
and her cries become uncontrolled,
her body shakes
and
leg close over the bud her finger still inside..