We started on the bed,
With hushed tones.
Hesitant on how to tread.
Still, an urge within our bones.
At first it was soft gazes,
Even softer gasps.
Like a fire that blazes,
Embraced in a heated clasp.
The heat of soft lips,
Pressing down, leaving trails
Along soft ******* and hips.
I took in all the details.
Then night after night,
I would see the marks,
The bruises, the bites
Within dips and arcs.
It couldn't stop there,
I never wanted it to.
Though I doubted to care,
For the things you could do.
Now I lay sated,
Awaiting the next encounter.
The next fire to be created
With flames that devour.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
We started on the bed,
With hushed tones.
Hesitant on how to tread.
Still, an urge within our bones.
At first it was soft gazes,
Even softer gasps.
Like a fire that blazes,
Embraced in a heated clasp.
The heat of soft lips,
Pressing down, leaving trails
Along soft ******* and hips.
I took in all the details.
Then night after night,
I would see the marks,
The bruises, the bites
Within dips and arcs.
It couldn't stop there,
I never wanted it to.
Though I doubted to care,
For the things you could do.
Now I lay sated,
Awaiting the next encounter.
The next fire to be created
With flames that devour.
Rare that I write about intimacy but there you go. I may write some more that are similar in not so distant future.
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