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Fair warning.
We are naked and kissing and kissing and kissing. Watching and being watched. Clothes coming off as skin recognizes skin.
Each time he pulls the hair at the base of my skull it starts the cycle anew
he kisses me passionately
then slips two fingers inside of me
next he caresses my breasts
then he kisses me softly
to apologize
Only I know what he is apologizing for…
In the beginning he is apologizing for being who he is
a charmed liar
a lickerish thief
The tug at my hair and the cycle repeats
his kiss hungrier - deeper
then the fingers harder inside me - his palm warm against my clit
next he holds my breasts firmly in his hand
Then the soft kisses
his apology
for being a little too rough, for pushing too hard for squeezing too firmly.
The tug at my hair, so hard it makes me gasp, and the cycle repeats
his kiss is concrete, his beard grinding on chin, my lips becoming raw, hard to breath
then fingers inside me coaxing out waves of cum, his palm filled with my wetness
next his hand wet slaps my tits, making them quake before stilling them by pressing them against my ribs and rolling my nipples roughly between his index finger and thumb
then the soft kisses
his apology
for what he has to do next…
Each time he pulls the hair at the base of my skull it starts the cycle anew
he kisses me passionately
then slips two fingers inside of me
next he caresses my breasts
then he kisses me softly
to apologize
Only I know what he is apologizing for…
In the beginning he is apologizing for being who he is
a charmed liar
a lickerish thief
The tug at my hair and the cycle repeats
his kiss hungrier - deeper
then the fingers harder inside me - his palm warm against my clit
next he holds my breasts firmly in his hand
Then the soft kisses
his apology
for being a little too rough, for pushing too hard for squeezing too firmly.
The tug at my hair, so hard it makes me gasp, and the cycle repeats
his kiss is concrete, his beard grinding on chin, my lips becoming raw, hard to breath
then fingers inside me coaxing out waves of cum, his palm filled with my wetness
next his hand wet slaps my tits, making them quake before stilling them by pressing them against my ribs and rolling my nipples roughly between his index finger and thumb
then the soft kisses
his apology
for what he has to do next…
Published 29th Apr 2014
| Edited 30th Apr 2014
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30th Apr 2014 11:53pm
Interesting. I can appreciate it thoroughly if I take myself out of my own personal passions. This poem seems to lend itself to a taboo that lies beneath a thinly-veiled surface, whether that was your intent or not. The apologies speak of an aggressive man with a weaker side, the take and give (or give and take, depending how you look at it) of raw lusty passion followed by more tender, appreciative love. The yo-yo between the two can be quite intoxicating for many viewers.
I also love the form you have chosen for your poem, it's atypical and segments the poem nicely. To be consistent, I would suggest making all of the non-indented lines capitalized, but I understand if you don't want to capitalize mid-sentence words.
I like the word "lickerish"--I've never heard it, but even the homonym (licorice) has that dark, bitter feel that I think you were going for, so it held its meaning even though I don't know the definition of the word.
Great job!
I also love the form you have chosen for your poem, it's atypical and segments the poem nicely. To be consistent, I would suggest making all of the non-indented lines capitalized, but I understand if you don't want to capitalize mid-sentence words.
I like the word "lickerish"--I've never heard it, but even the homonym (licorice) has that dark, bitter feel that I think you were going for, so it held its meaning even though I don't know the definition of the word.
Great job!
30th Apr 2014 11:55pm
Oh, I forgot to add that I love how you leave the reader to guess at what he has to do next...it's an invitation to all sorts of wild thoughts. Well done!
