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Sweet vibrations

That familiar humming  
the weekday afternoon  
you sneak home  
earlier than me.  
   
Quietly I pad  
into bedroom darkened,  
drapes drawn for  
your private moment.  
   
A voyeur I become  
to silently watch  
you seek pleasures  
of total release.  
   
Face down in pillow,  
nipples caressing sheets  
ass raised in gyration  
slowly on vibrations.  
   
Rising and falling and  
circling and sliding  
onto fingers and silver of  
that battery powered joy.  
   
Wetness grows with  
bulge so throbbing  
in my trousers as  
your creamy glisten drips.  
   
Rising and falling and  
circling and sliding  
onto fingers and silver of  
that battery powered joy.  
   
Your eyes don’t see  
but your passion does,  
with each motion it  
mouthing hungry invitation.  
   
Heaven’s creamy softness  
closed and then opened and  
then closed and then opened,  
begging to suck my hardness.  
   
Silent vigil continues  
trousers now open  
and stroking my length  
with each of your motions.  
   
Rising and falling and  
circling and sliding  
onto fingers and silver of  
that battery powered joy.  
   
The pace quickens  
your ass and breath  
heaving toward the  
explosion of such ecstasy.  
   
No longer the voyeur  
I rush to kneel behind  
your humping ass  
and plunge cock deep.  
   
Vibrations and fingers  
felt within and without  
couple into your joys  
of cock and balls and toy.  
   
Explosions so electric  
ass cheeks gripped  
in my hands  
and in your passion.  
   
Coming hard into you  
coming hard onto me,  
our heated vibrations one  
with the hand-held vibrations.  
   
Collapsing in pleasure  
onto vibrations muffled,  
your wet inner haven  
sucking my pulsations.  
   
“I should shower now,”  
you say into bedding;  
“Your wife is back tonight, so  
wash the sheets and her vibrator.”
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