The slow surfing of your lips On my body, Your palms flicking my domes. Tracing me like a sculpted art Transfiguring my breezy urges into storm. Urging my Corse to sway with fire That tides roar,of raging desire. Let me drink the nectar From your lips And let us take, in darkness a dip. Hello Writers! It's the National Poetry Writing Month. We want you all to express your erotic thoughts. We would be giving you simple word prompts everyday to help you write. Participate in this challenge. Day 26 ~ Tenderness Use the hashtag #MnMtenderness to discover your quotes.