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I close my eyes and I see your smile. I’ve been imagining this moment for more than a while. I love how your hazel eyes sparkle when you’re up to no good. As if you know me more intimately than any other man ever could. I’ve shared all my secrets the good and the bad. Baring my soul to you was simple, a second thought I never had. I love to lay my head on the hollow of your chest. And way your beard tickles as you suckle at my ******* My whole body tingles at just the thought of your touch. Twisting and turning, the sheets wrapped tightly in my clutch. Your long slender fingers trace Across the top of my thighs. As your mouth and tongue Seek out my hidden surprise. My heart sings with joy and pure ecstasy. My voice screams out your name as you come with me breathlessly. Together we tumble back down to this world. Replete and satiated, in each other’s arms we lay curled. Never in my existence have I felt more alive. Without your touch, your kiss, your love I don’t think I could survive.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Hidden Surprise
I close my eyes and I see your smile. I’ve been imagining this moment for more than a while. I love how your hazel eyes sparkle when you’re up to no good. As if you know me more intimately than any other man ever could. I’ve shared all my secrets the good and the bad. Baring my soul to you was simple, a second thought I never had. I love to lay my head on the hollow of your chest. And way your beard tickles as you suckle at my ******* My whole body tingles at just the thought of your touch. Twisting and turning, the sheets wrapped tightly in my clutch. Your long slender fingers trace Across the top of my thighs. As your mouth and tongue Seek out my hidden surprise. My heart sings with joy and pure ecstasy. My voice screams out your name as you come with me breathlessly. Together we tumble back down to this world. Replete and satiated, in each other’s arms we lay curled. Never in my existence have I felt more alive. Without your touch, your kiss, your love I don’t think I could survive.
This poem is about two lovers who’ve been apart and are looking forward to rekindling their love.
Angelface_77
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43/F/Chicago, IL
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
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