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On The Cusp

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

...My lady...

Maybe, 2 out of 3 times, she's mine

Because she's crazy...&...So am I

A third of her is divine, which I'm inclined to be chasing

So, I give head starts, for her to get off first, when we're playing...

Our lil game of, Amazing Get There

A race where, there's no finish line ending

Ruled: No Contest

Suspended...Due to perfect storm like conditions

When Love reigns...Feelings

A downpour of convictions

Interfering, with our field of play

And that's okay...

'Cause during the intervening moments we're made to wait

We relate

We engage and grow closer

She shakes...while I quake from the rumble

We both reverberate to the sound of our thunder

Somewhere between the sheets and the cover

There...We hover in bliss

Above this...

Together, with nobody else

It's just us

And ain't nothing better

Than the lust we can trust, when I'm hard and she's wetter

Where we revel

On the cusp

Of something even greater

Until then...

So what...We give up & just fuck!

Hoping Love, will cum

Later...

~disDain~
Written by disDain
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