Swoon Poem, by Fränz Müller, at My poetic side

While I speak with clear inflection

you just gaze at my erection

yearning for my sweet confection

grasping me with sweet affection!

Having things now well in hand

desire’s flames are surely fanned;

excited, I before you stand:

I gladly cave to your demand!

And so I gently grasp your hips

desiring your luscious lips

I press on forwards, sharing tips

and relish as our nectar drips!

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