Desperation.
That was the word,
She became so desperate,
It was tormenting,
So she lead him into her slowly,
Endlessly slowly.
He stroked her,
He was solid, hard and full,
His thrust harder and harder,
And with every thrust she melted with an unbearable sensation,
She breathing vehemently,
Writhing as she indented her hips forward,
Taking him fully.
She moved slowly, gasping and moaning,
Her eyes were closed,
But she felt his on her,
And it drove her insane.
She continued pressing forward,
Her head falling back uncontrollably,
Just like she does in her dreams.
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Pothos (Poetic Porn)
PoetryEven our mind sometimes get blue and blue doesn't always mean sad... #4 IN POETRY. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
