Heaven Sent

Paul Bell

Okay, grab my breasts and suck till dawn

Fucking hate men

Okay, why is he touching me there

Moving gently without a care

Okay, that is pleasing, nicely teasing

He’s hitting all the spots

Okay, he’s raised the bar I’m in the stars

He’s touching me there without a care

Don’t dare

Okay, he’s moving down

Inside my gown

Gently kissing all around

Oh no, not there without a care

Oh, God! he’s hit the spot

Capital G with love me-nots

Please, please, just slide it in

That lovely sin

Okay, grab my breasts and suck till dawn

Fucking love this guy

As he lays upon

Is that a scream

Is it just a dream

Did we just explode

The mother load

Okay, let me take the reins

Return the compliment

Raise the game

Let me touch you there

In my hand without a care

Gently blowing back to life

Climbing upon like day on night

Let me clench the rhythm right

Sharpened nails to enhance delight

Slowly rocking up and down

Building tension keeping tight

Bodies hitting overload

Drawing blood as we both explode

Screaming till the very end

Lost in passion heaven sent.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2022 05:55
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 49
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Comments6

  • dusk arising

    More tea vicar?

    Yep, you certainly cracked it, that's the final parts of the art of seduction in poetic form. Really well expressed too.

  • L. B. Mek

    'heโ€™s hit the spot
    Capital G
    with love me-nots'
    lol
    this be that headrush of intoxicating attraction
    maybe even a drop of passion,
    fleeting and hollow
    it may - be, but years later
    when all, is balding
    old age spots
    and
    hunchbacked shuffled steps
    these scenes, become
    our life's trophy memories!
    so light that flame
    while your fingers, remain steady
    your body, thrust'ingly' limber
    and your Thirst for life, infectious
    (a fun read, thanks for sharing
    how well you articulate
    the distinct, word count
    difference
    between sex and making love)

  • Rocky Lagou

    Okay that was some of the best word play I've seen. "mother LOAD." Oh, you're a clever one ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Paul Bell

    For some reason, the site won't allow me individual reply's, but thanks all for commenting.

  • Rozina

    Chapter X in your crime novel!

    • Paul Bell

      I'd get arrested.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful erotic words Paul. Keep it up. LOL

      Andy



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