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The Solemn Blonde

The Solemn Blonde  
     
Its after work      
I need a break    
Some life    
Some air    
Some escape    
     
A dingy street at the edge of the city.    
Bar doors wide open    
Customers spilling out onto the street    
Smokey plumes      
small mobs    
     
I lean against the street sign    
Look up      
The sky    
Swirly deep dark dusky grey    
The sun stretches away    
Williams Street...Palomino Boulevard    
The signs offer no direction    
Which way    
     
Palomino, but just because    
I have some trojans in my pocket    
(Just in case)    
I walk    
It's louder here    
Outside these bars    
Night fall    
Cat calls    
Bar brawls    
Venders pushing their wares    
     
There she was    
a solemn blonde    
Curly hair    
Are those tear-stained cheeks?    
     
I said “Hey”    
A little smile    
Her invitation    
A consolation    
To my love-torn heart.    
     
Then    
She walks    
Doesn't look back    
Confusion quells my steps    
     
A hand on my shoulder    
I turn around    
And see    
The solemn blonde    
Curly hair    
Staring back at me    
     
Baffled, staggered    
What the hell?    
“Shh!” she said    
“Come with us”    
     
I followed her      
Them    
down the street    
to a red door    
with a wilted Christmas wreath    
     
No one lived there    
That was clear to see    
It had been years    
The house was filthy    
     
Until they led me up the stairs    
A hall    
A bedroom    
Bright light inside    
Immaculate    
Four-post bed with two night stands    
Simultanously    
both girls reached    
Grabbed me, flung me, to the bed    
A soft pillow under my head    
     
Clawing at my shirt    
Buttons popped    
A pencil-striped pool of fabric flung aside    
A soft tug at my wrists    
And then my hands were tied    
I pulled    
Bewildered    
Excited    
Expecting    
Their hands on my chest    
Arresting    
I couldn't break free    
Didn't want to    
     
My pants found their way to the floor    
One girl seized my nipple between her teeth    
Nipping, tugging    
Expertly    
The other twin sat on my shins    
My legs pinned    
Ankles tied to the post    
     
“Me first, sis” Blonde Two said    
Curls bobbing 'round her breasts    
Without another word      
her lips    
around me    
Sucking, hot wet mouth of bliss    
around my dick    
     
I closed my eyes    
Fuck, I'm getting far too close    
And just before I think it's too late    
She seems to know    
Pulls away    
And her sister has a go    
     
That same face above my cock    
but new      
Her lips were different somehow  
   
She stopped, she sat across my chest    
she teased    
touched herself    
her nipples, her pussy    
repeatedly    
Until she came out loud on me    
Her moistness dripping down my side    
   
Deep breaths    
Cock aching    
She moved back down    
Her lips back around    
my rock-hard cock    
Tits hitting my thighs    
Each up and down    
A swirling daze    
When a second pair of hands    
pulled my head    
rather rough    
into her muff    
Sweet sexy wet    
I sucked her clit    
I licked    
With Blonde One still sucking on my dick    
     
Coming close I can't contain    
I flick my tongue      
repeatedly    
She moans    
I hear    
Her hands hit the wall for support    
My tongue    
Inside of her    
Deep recesses    
She screams    
“God, yes!”    
Her cunt clenched tight    
in rhythmic throes    
Her sister sucks harder, faster    
She knows    
She grabs my balls    
A gentle squeeze    
"Oh Fuck"    
I can't help    
But release    
I feel the spurts flowing forth    
Hear her slurping at my girth    
Both girls moan together    
Their sensations, emotions tethered    
Twin bond I think    
on the periphery    
But my cock keeps spasming    
Orgasming    
Sticky sexy messy    
delirium    
Fuck    
I close my eyes    
I'm spent    
     
Moments later I come to    
from my exhausted bliss    
The girls are gone    
the room is dark    
Quiet    
Dust settled on the place    
The room    
An eerie space    
As though it hadn't been touched in years
Written by DragonInTheSky
Published | Edited 2nd Oct 2020
Author's Note
Please feel free to give me a thorough, brutal critique, I can take it. I hope you enjoyed the poem. Let me know if you liked the ending...I left the ending a little mysterious so that you could interpret it different ways, sort of let your mind make its own ending , own meaning to the end.

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