“ Sweet Spot “
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynnthe sweetest sound you made,
last night,
a pleasure to have pulled it from you,
so distinctly feminized, it was delicious to invoke–with lips seeking I found a
sweet spot,
the first I’ve ever tasted,
and rich the reward that I did win for my discovery.there is nothing like the sound of a man
soft, and needy;
nothing like the press of his lips
in your ear, as he begs for more–it makes you wonder how much more you can do to – and for– him,
it makes you wonder how much more he can take.the wicked in me wants to push each and every button,
to tease and torture in return,
for all the mean, wet things you did to me;that sensitive nub there of yours,
that innocent and tender lobe is perfect for biting,
the source of that low moan from the back of your throat–I have licked, sucked, and teethed my first sweet spot,
and now that I’ve got the first sweet answer,
I am resolved in time to find some more.