The soft whisper in his lazy morning voice
Almost made her knees go weak
He snuck his hand quick
Between her thighs, as she squeezed
Them keeping his hand in place
Nibbling on her ear he was enjoying
His morning teasing and
Working her up till she's putty in his hands
Screaming his name when
Her back arches and he'd give her
The pleasure for being a good girl
Her moans demanded more
When he slowly played with her
Hidden jewel, fingers deep inside
Preparing her for the fuck
But she is anything but patient
With his slow and torturous tease
she spread her legs
Turning over and planting
A fierce kiss on his smirking lips
Biting and sucking as his fingers
Worked, taking her high
But not giving her what she wants
As her body convulses
And right then he straddle her
Forcing his thick hot flesh
A moan of approval when he feels her warmth
Around his throbbing hard on
His tongue dominates her mouth
Like his thrusts of possession
Claiming what's his For
the hours of ecstasy and wilderness
Daddy's little girl
She submits to him, from him
There's no getaway.
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
