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Nov 2018
The door closes,
And the lock clicks.
Fabric russels,
Jeans unzip.

I can feel the gentle scratching
Of your stubble
On my neck,
There’s your teeth...
Your soft breath.

Your lips are full,
I kiss your pout.
One hand finds my breast,
The other cradles my head.
I slide my hands up the curve of your hips,
You pull my hair back
To tilt up my chin.

Down my neck,
To my chest,
“Take off your shirt.”
Blowing cold air onto my *******
To tease me,
To remind me
You’re in control.

Kissing my stomach,
Your hand runs up the inside of my thigh.
My fingers grip your hair
As your face pushes between my legs.

Your mouth is a symphony.

I’m shaking,
I can barely stand,
I’m holding your shoulders so I don’t collapse.
****** after ******.

You come up for air,
And push me onto the bed.
You spread my legs apart
And press your forehead to mine,
I suddenly roll you over onto your back
Slide down to my knees,
And just gently breathe.

I know you love it
When you feel my tongue
Make one solid movement up your ****.
I slip a hand down to touch myself
While *******,
My tongue
Rolling you around in my mouth.
You hold my hair back for me,
And I look you in the eyes,
Moaning at my own touch,
And I know you haven’t had enough.

I want you.

I need you.

I climb on top of you,
And sink down onto you
Breathless moaning,
Gasping,
Hips crashing.
I don’t typically write explicit poems like this, and to be honest I’m minorly embarrassed posting, so please be nice.
Anonymous Freak
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Anonymous Freak  22/F/USA
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