This is my first attempt at a sonnet.
Let me know if you like it, it’s a Christmas present for my followers
You lie there all crumpled, oozing spent lust Not done yet, smiling you tell me ‘Again!’ Hoping for this anyway, now I must Lower my mouth and feast where you still flow My lips soon nuzzle, fingers follow down Happy to seek out your deepest pleasure A moment to pause, breathe, before I drown Now lost in this soft land of silk and fur Loud moans, then buck and crash into my tongue Riding with you not letting go, you shake, More shudders, shrieks, shivers, our singing sung Enough now? Our puddle spreads like a lake Softly hear from between still throbbing thighs ‘Can we go once more?’ Pulls my head down. Sighs.
sonnet copyright 2022 Ronnie F Stron
image copyright 2012 Piotr Marcinski