Time was flowing slow with you
I laughed at your jokes
we drank Jack the whole night
I loved the way you had tantric sex on me
I loved when you were behind
inside me
I loved smoking cigarettes late at night
and laughing at our jokes
meanwhile in one hand I hold the cigarette
on the other one holding your dick
which was always on appetite mood
I loved the silence of the night
watching gottic statues and white balconies
knowing there was the warm room that was waiting us inside
to laugh and cuddle our naked bodies.
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Author:
amethyste (
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- Published: October 2nd, 2025 15:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A sexual poem of desire, sensual and erotic it pulses with energy.
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