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Foreplay by Tony WhitakerHer 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
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