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puddle-sounds


 Juices like wine,
gather at your tip..
swelled hot and jerking
for tight throat and lip.
Warmest of liquid,
hot skin at a bite..
I'm hungry for filling,
warm pool 'tween thighs.
 
Pin me down flat
and straddle my mouth,
feed me your length
slow, while I'm loud.
 
I sigh, in puddle-sounds.
 
You push into my resistance
and my stomach burns with full.
Eyes locked at bold intrusion,
my tongue sings fire in lull.
 
I swallow you in hard gulps
of my throaty reflex..
Drinking juices of your pleasure,
eyes burn in watery effect.
 
Just then, between
your thrust and spill..
Your thick fingers slip
past moist lace,
find me saturated eclipse-
in sunshine-scented beg.
 
Not gentle, you thumb my center
and pour me,,
onto your waiting palm.
 
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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