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intimate

She said we'd been intimate.

But we hadn't --
Not really.

We've never cuddled;
Caressed --yes;
Massaged --yes;
Fondled --very, yes;
But,
Cuddled,
Snuggled,
Enfolded each other --
No,
Not really.

We just fuck;
A lot.

And the fucking is,
Good fucking;
Really good.

I knew where to touch her,
To make her toes curl,
To make her back arch,
To make her tremble,
To make her sigh from,
Deep within her;
But not from her soul.

She can make me hard;
Drip pre-cum;
And ache to be,
Inside her --
Within minutes,
Of undressing;
She can make me,
Squirm,
Writhe,
Until I squirt;
Without ever,
Hearing my soul,
Cry out.

I know she she wears,
Boy shorts,
Hates thongs;
And prefers,
Front fastening bras.

She understands,
I like more support,
Than boxers give;
While liking the silhouette,
That single layer,
Briefs provide.

We don't know each other's,
Middle names,
Birth towns,
Favorite colours,
Or even if we have siblings.

We've,
Kissed,
Tasted,
Licked,
Nibbled,
Every inch,
Of each other's body,
But have no idea,
Regarding each other's,
Favorite dinner,
Or lunch,
Or breakfast --
Or how we like our coffee;
(Or, does she prefer tea?)

I wear her hickies,
She wears mine;
I've left teeth marks,
On her butt;
She's left fingernail,
Gouges on my back.

But,
All my scars,
Aren't from her;
She has bruises,
I've never ask about.

I don't ask about her day;
She doesn't ask about mine;
But she sucks my dick,
And I lick her pussy.

I know she likes it;
Hard,
Fast,
Deep --
A little rough.

She allows me,
To leave it in,
After we've both cum --
And fall asleep that way.

We've seen each other naked,
But only in the dark;
And --
Never,
Never;
Do more than nod,
In public.

We don't use condoms;
But,
Also,
Don't sip,
From the same water glass.

So,
While we've been,
Intimate,
We've never been,
You know,
Intimate --
Not really.
J_J_Jay_Jr
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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