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Forever Love

One of my friends asked, “How’d you get with that girl?”                              
                             
“I have no idea. Maybe I’m a nice mix of rebel and safety. Or, maybe it’s because her mom said I seemed like a gentleman after she met me.” I had helped Renee move into her dorm room, a good way to meet freshman girls.  
 
She was tall with light skin, black hair, brown eyes, and a square jawline that made me think of royalty. She had long fit legs and hips that turned heads as they swayed under tight jeans.  She was a self-professed couch potato who enjoyed eating whatever she wanted. At eighteen years, calories quickly burned off except for her slight belly pooch that seemed cute to me.  
 
I don’t remember how I asked her out. It must have been a momentary denial of my status among women. We went out for a burger then walked our college campus. I told her about professors and who to avoid. She laughed a lot. Anytime a fall breeze blew over us, she looked up at the trees and smiled, long hair flowing across her face. God, she was beautiful!  
 
As we sat on a bench talking, a bird dropping landed in her hair. She laughed, and I picked it out. I said, "Since I've seen your dorm room, would you like to see my off-campus apartment. She said, "Sure, and maybe I can wash out this bird poop."  
 
As she sat brushing her clean hair, we shared cups of hot tea and a few embarrassing dating stories from the previous couple of years. Then we kissed, and I ran my fingers through her hair. She laughed about the bird.  
 
Our kissing continued until the apartment was dark.  
 
We went to my bedroom and hugged, her tall, slender body enveloping mine. Our kisses became deeper and wetter. I gently cupped my hands around her breasts. She laughed and said, “Let me help.”  
 
In one graceful sweep, her top was off. I touched her sheer lace bra as she reached to unhook it. It quickly fell away, revealing perfect mounds of flesh that seemed to defy gravity.  
 
My fingers lingered over their heat. I sat on my bed as she continued to stand, presenting her nipples for kissing. My tongue felt nipples harden, inviting me to suck. I sucked softly.

I stood to pull off my shirt. Renee pressed against me, sliding left then right to share her heat. She loosened the buttons on her jeans. They slid down easily once they passed her hips. Her fair skin glowed in the dim light naked but for her plain white panties. My hands ran the smooth curves from under her arms to her legs.

Renee unbuckled my pants, sliding them to my knees before I stepped out of them, now completely naked. As we kissed, I felt her fingers moving over my inner thigh then landing on my scrotum. Her fingertips danced on the sides of my balls and hardened cock. My hands ran through her hair and down her back.

We sat on the bed and kissed as our bodies fell back. A few seconds later, her panties flew across the room as she laughed. I rolled on top of her, kissing my way from her breasts to her pubis ridge. I kissed Renee's mound of dark hair then tasted its metallic sweetness. She silently arched her back and I pushed deeper with my tongue.  
 
I licked my way back to her chest. While moving up her body my cock found its home, pressing in sightly as if into a door left slightly ajar.  
 
She made no move to stop me, but I felt hesitant, remembering past mistakes. I froze in place to enjoy the gentle embrace of her hot inner lips on the tip of my hardened penis.  
 
We kissed with me peeking past her parted curtains. Her hands clung to my back as if encouraging me to move inside of her, but I pulled out, and relaxed on top of her, feeling her pubic hairs against my hardness.  
 
I sighed, “Not yet." Renee nodded silently. Did she realize I didn’t want to destroy the possibility of a long term relationship with a first date fuck?  
 
While lost in my thoughts, Renee rolled over on top of me, kissing my neck and chest with abandon. Then she raised up and smiled while looking at my cock. She lowered her head to my stomach and I felt her hair tickling it way across my skin.  
 
I then realized she had me inside of her, half-submerged in her warm mouth. She did not move but held me inside with her head resting on my pounding heart.  
 
I rubbed her shoulders and back as her moist cavity did its magic. God, her back was smooth and cool to the touch. I felt a tingling under my fingers almost as if her soul was coming through the pours of her skin. When my fingers slid across her neck, I felt small beads of sweat as she moved up and down on me. What an amazing girl!  
 
My imagination could see her lips around me, but fingers wanted confirmation. I traced the left side of Renee's jaw to where her lips met my flesh. Puffs of air from her nose were hot against my fingers.  
 
Oh, the gift she was giving! Did she even know.  
 
I was in the place where Renee had received eighteen years of sustenance beginning with her loving mother's milk. Her every kiss, whether from her adoring father or a lustful college boy, all touched these parted lips. Through these very lips passed a lifetime of words, songs, laughter, and cries.  So much that made her who she was passed through those gates to heaven that now wrapped me in delight.  
 
After several minutes with my fingers still exploring her face, I whispered, “I’m coming.”  Her hot nasal air quickened, but she stayed in place.  
 
I locked my feet together and arched my back as the ecstatic rush began, knowing she’d move away, but she didn’t.  
 
Lightning traveled from the back of my neck to my crotch, blowing out in a tidal wave that seemed to carry my soul. Pulsing streams jetted into her, but Renee's head only rose slightly to receive me. She hummed soft moans that rose and fell with with each spurt.  
 
As my pumping lessened, she raised her head high and hot drops hit my chest. I realized then that she must have swallowed most of me. She turned on all fours, and hair flowed over me as she kissed my stomach, slurping each drop from my chest.  
 
Her young fingers pressed behind my scrotum and kissed my shaft to eject my final drops. Her tongue ticked my stomach as she licked those last few drops.  
 
"Are you alright?" she whispered.  
 
"Oh God yes!" I said.  
 
She kissed my chest where she'd noticed one more missed drop. "There. All cleaned up and ready to cuddle."  
 
Renee dropped down next to me, her left breast leaning into my ribs. We closed our eyes pretending to sleep.  
 
As our hearts slowed, I thought she must have experienced more than I realized. I was still glad I'd only settled into the edge of her pussy, knowing we would have other chances to go farther.  
 
Within two weeks, Renee was pursued by other guys and quickly landed a handsome stud, probably sharing untold pleasure. I found other loves, too, but always felt sad that she wasn't mine.  
 
Twenty-two years after that night, I learned Renee had died at thirty-eight. She'd been dead two years before I found out. I was stunned that the images I'd carried, her laughter, her passion, her breasts, her lips, all her unique qualities were reduced to ashes in an urn.  
 
I found my yearbook showing her in a school beauty pageant. There was a shadow of that small belly pooch she hated as she pranced across the stage sporting her perfect legs.  
 
I remembered how I paused in the hot embrace of her most inner lips to protect future possibilities for more profound love. I thought of her hair draped over my stomach as she lay on top of my pounding heart.  
 
At my initial hearing of Renee's death, I felt a rush of blood making me hard.  She was still my obsession, and now, my forever love. Her spirit still gives pleasure. She comes back to life with all her beauty frozen in time. Renee gives pleasure in death as she did in life.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 18th Feb 2024
Author's Note
Based on a true story and mostly accurate in telling of the events. I've treasured this photo for years. Blurred her face for use here.
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