Love Bite.

With this unsavorly taste in my soul,
Feeling tense beyond control.
If only her clear succulent neck was present,
Perfumed with a hint of jasmine scent.
To nibble on,
To taste and flavour.
And sensations would be mutual,
A dark blue clot appears as usual.
Oh how i swell,
Tickle with my tongue as well.
This tensness goes away,
Excitment would'nt let us stray.
The rush goes neck up,
Until our senses in euphoria give up.
This is so simple,
Yet so sweet.

by Abdul Wahab Sharief

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