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Red dress,
Falling down,
On the ground.
Blue jean pants,
Dropping down,
The belt making a single sound.
Lips locked,
Hands rubbing against eachother's heated bodies,
He's hard as a rock.
His large hands,
Pinching the nipples,
A man's hand.
Wet,
Pulling his solid cock,
Against you,
Together you rock.
As a tease.
You beg,
Beg,
Asking please..
give
It
To
Me...
Please.
Taking control,
Forcing yourself onto,
On full sex mode.
Riding him down,
Sliding your wet
Wet
Tight flower,
Devoring
His cock.
He's pushing up,
You're going down,
The juice slapping together
making a wet sound.
...
Falling down,
On the ground.
Blue jean pants,
Dropping down,
The belt making a single sound.
Lips locked,
Hands rubbing against eachother's heated bodies,
He's hard as a rock.
His large hands,
Pinching the nipples,
A man's hand.
Wet,
Pulling his solid cock,
Against you,
Together you rock.
As a tease.
You beg,
Beg,
Asking please..
give
It
To
Me...
Please.
Taking control,
Forcing yourself onto,
On full sex mode.
Riding him down,
Sliding your wet
Wet
Tight flower,
Devoring
His cock.
He's pushing up,
You're going down,
The juice slapping together
making a wet sound.
...
Published 26th May 2015
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27th May 2015 10:58am
As a general rule it's not a good idea for poets to use descending words like steps. My creative writing instructor gave me hell for that so I'm just passing along what I know. This is a sexy poem but a bit too graphic for me. I prefer the sensual. That's not to say you didn't do a good job just stating my personal preference. It was an interesting read. Keep trying!
28th May 2015 2:19am
