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Foreplay

by Tony Whitaker

Her liquid lower lip

slips between my waiting teeth

sucking and softly biting

pulling blood from deep beneath

our mouths then force a vacuum

our tongues spar and tease

but as she pushes away panting

I see her eyes begging please


06/11/2007

Author's Note: This was actually the first stanza of the poem "Sex Is". But it just did not fit. So I made it into it's own poem and new title. I submit for your approval.

Posted on 06/11/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/13/07 at 02:14 PM

I like it, except for the "her" in the first line vs. the "you" the 7th line. Otherwise very sensuous!

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