Wet Dreams is a collection of poems written about stories told by my friends. Whenever I had deep conversations with my close friends, the dialogue would lead to intimacy. We would talk about our fantasies. They would talk about the men that they had encountered and their nights of passion. Even though sometime some of the conversations made my face turn red, I enjoyed them. This book is a candid peek into those conversations. I hope you have fun reading this book as much as I have writing it. Best, Tiffany Taylor.
Excerpt:
Midnight Snack
Ummm…
He told me that
I look like a buffet
He wanted to eat me
Like I was a gourmet
He wanted to taste me
‘Cause I tasted sweet
He wanted to lick me
Until I grabbed the sheets
But I was tired
Been at work all day
I really, really
Didn’t want to play
He said baby relax
And just lay back
All I want is
A midnight snack
I want to see you
Twitch and make you cum
I want to lick you
Until your pussy goes numb
Using both hands
He spread my legs apart
He said my pussy looked
Like a work of art
He wanted to paint my canvas
Using his tongue as the brush
He was going to take
His time, no need to rush
He started with one stroke
Then two and three
It felt so good
He had me moaning off key
OOhhh…
I told him he was the shit
The moment he started
Licking my clit
He said he was hungry
And wanted more
My pussy was what
He wanted to explore
I came in his mouth
Until he was full
With a smile on his face
He had a mouthful
I asked did my pussy
Satisfy his appetite
Like milk did my cum
Do his body right
He said he enjoyed my pussy
And his tongue’s embrace
He then went to sleep
With a grin on his face
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