Sweat.
Connection.
Tiny drops running down your face.
Landing on mine.
Sinking my nails into your skin.
Making scars.
Fingers running through your damp hair.
Our eyes meet.
Gazing at each other.
Locking eye contact.
Green on brown.
Both see the pleasures we are recieving.
Mouth opening, releasing excitement.
Lips touching.
Tounges intertwining.
Teeth biting lips.
Grabbing wrists.
Making me stop moving around from the enjoyment.
Lips travel down my sweaty neck.
Each thrust stronger than the other.
Moansa getting louder with every grip.
Naughty words are spoken.
Temptaions are high.
Take me.
I’m yours.
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Author:
killer._bee (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2019 04:36
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 33
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Comments2
LOL Looks like you are already taken! A delightful steamy hot passion poem.
I think i need a cold shower now.
Ha no i made this some time ago. But glad that you need a cold shower
Erm, glad someone seems to be having a good time! lol
Nothing was happening before this. Just wanted to write something steamy lol
Ahh lol.
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