literotica

When all in deep sleep, the Word-Stealer sneaks
to prey on a man.
They think "lover",
but just fan..
Is there one who fights back?
or at least understands..
and her red-cherry tongue
lures in battles, not won,
but seduced by her raven-tress dress of slinky duress.
Men heave breaths in and out,
full of Death and quivering doubt as
their words disappear with a lingering caress
of the faint verbal touch
of a writer in lust.
With their foreheads aligned,
frontal lobes, intertwined,
they plunge into sleepy quenched sedation..... -She could move a nation.

With a twitch of her thigh,
you're bewitched, as her words
unravel your brain until you're tongue tied.