One Bead

Simple-Man87

One bead of sweat

Accumulates on your forehead

Atop the beautiful face you washed

Before getting into bed.

The passion, an all time high

As was the tension tight

The time for release will be soon

In the cold, dark, middle of the night.

The lonely bead has grown enough to start its descent

Over the brow and down your cheek

Splitting the bite marks on your neck

Slowing betwixt your twin peaks.

Joining the droplets below

Moving faster with every thrust

I know the cool trickle tickles

A sacrifice for lust.

Reaching its destination

Just beyond his glistening shaft

Fusing with the liquid passion

Of which he's contributed half. 

  • Author: Simple-Man87 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2017 11:53
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 77
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  • Christina8

    A hot passionate write! Is it getting hot in here? Excellent!

    • Simple-Man87

      LOL. You're too kind. Thank you...

    • Seek

      Wow! This is so well done. The subtle imagery you use to follow the trajectory of a bead of sweat is simply awesome. Again, wow!



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