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PILLOW
On the pillow heads meet at lips,
Under sheets hips align with hips,
Hand pairs meet hand pairs clutchingly
Squeezing, loving and pleadingly,
Then palms and fingertips soon spread
Wandering over skin naked.
Breaths to breaths together rise
As touch signals descend to thighs.
My member getting quite upright,
Then your wet thighs on me alight,
As you throw a leg over me,
Take my length into your body.
Down on me you push, I push back
With thrusts, our rhythm gets not slack.
Your hands pin me down by shoulders,
Mine cup your breasts (feel like boulders).
Your head throws back, uttering "aaahhhs"
As if, through ceiling to the stars,
You call upon whatever gods
To bless the actions of our bods.
The increased thrusting of the thighs
Makes us forget what's in our eyes,
Which close when I explode in cum,
Bringing to end the momentum.
You spill out thankfully on me,
We slump together, rest easy.
Under sheets hips align with hips,
Hand pairs meet hand pairs clutchingly
Squeezing, loving and pleadingly,
Then palms and fingertips soon spread
Wandering over skin naked.
Breaths to breaths together rise
As touch signals descend to thighs.
My member getting quite upright,
Then your wet thighs on me alight,
As you throw a leg over me,
Take my length into your body.
Down on me you push, I push back
With thrusts, our rhythm gets not slack.
Your hands pin me down by shoulders,
Mine cup your breasts (feel like boulders).
Your head throws back, uttering "aaahhhs"
As if, through ceiling to the stars,
You call upon whatever gods
To bless the actions of our bods.
The increased thrusting of the thighs
Makes us forget what's in our eyes,
Which close when I explode in cum,
Bringing to end the momentum.
You spill out thankfully on me,
We slump together, rest easy.
Published 22nd Feb 2018
| Edited 24th Feb 2018
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