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Yes I Wood
In your fuzzy slumber
Half awake
You might feel
The slither
Of warm and hard
Between your lips
To induce a
Lubricious response
That opens you
Widening your eyes
Slightly
At each push you feel
Willingly
Heating up your inner
Aroused by my
Growing longer by the minute
You spread the love
With your hands
Deepening
Your feeling
Around my thick
Cock.
Your mouth exclaims
Unutterable
Unrepeatable
Yet I want to hear it again.
Your heavy breath
Sparkling dew drop skin
As we rest for a few more hours
Before the sun rises.
Half awake
You might feel
The slither
Of warm and hard
Between your lips
To induce a
Lubricious response
That opens you
Widening your eyes
Slightly
At each push you feel
Willingly
Heating up your inner
Aroused by my
Growing longer by the minute
You spread the love
With your hands
Deepening
Your feeling
Around my thick
Cock.
Your mouth exclaims
Unutterable
Unrepeatable
Yet I want to hear it again.
Your heavy breath
Sparkling dew drop skin
As we rest for a few more hours
Before the sun rises.
Published 25th Nov 2015
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25th Nov 2015 6:38pm
I like your fragmented lines here DPW, how some of them drop down into a single word;
:"To induce a
Lubricious response
That opens you
Widening your eyes
Slightly
At each push you feel
Willingly"
It's like the thought patterns of awakening, erotically or otherwise. That's a clever title by the way....
:"To induce a
Lubricious response
That opens you
Widening your eyes
Slightly
At each push you feel
Willingly"
It's like the thought patterns of awakening, erotically or otherwise. That's a clever title by the way....
25th Nov 2015 7:35pm
Appreciate the comment, Crow. I hope my "breathiness" was conveyed in the cut off phrases.
Anonymous
- Edited 25th Nov 2015 9:39pm
25th Nov 2015 9:38pm
Oh boy, with lines like . . .
"The slither
Of warm and hard
Between your lips"
this poem takes off in another dimension and
forgets everything as the feeling of lust and
forceful erotica bounds the poem to your very
soul . . . Really glad I am one of the fortunate
one to get to read this . . .
"Your mouth exclaims
Unutterable
Unrepeatable
Yet I want to hear it again." . . . Indeed . . .
"The slither
Of warm and hard
Between your lips"
this poem takes off in another dimension and
forgets everything as the feeling of lust and
forceful erotica bounds the poem to your very
soul . . . Really glad I am one of the fortunate
one to get to read this . . .
"Your mouth exclaims
Unutterable
Unrepeatable
Yet I want to hear it again." . . . Indeed . . .
26th Nov 2015 1:59pm
Thank you Scooter for your comment. I too am glad you are fortunate to get to read this, as I enjoyed writing this.
Anonymous
25th Nov 2015 10:57pm
. . .'Before the sun rises'. . .that's my kind of vibe. . .not much for day sex; to each their own. . .loved the feel & flow of this piece. . .Enjoyed, Sir Play. . .xo, Devlin.
26th Nov 2015 2:07pm
Nothing like the middle of the night stirring of the senses without ever being fully awake, Dev. But I enjoy it all times of the day or night. I am glad you enjoyed the rhythm on this one ;)
26th Nov 2015 9:33am
26th Nov 2015 2:08pm
6th Dec 2015 10:02am
The broken lines yield a rhythm of tick, twitch, dick slip, the natural twist. It's a really cool technique when a writer can paint with realistic animal pacing. It does wonders for pulling the audience into your world.
