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Indian Sex
We have just got married,
I'm covered in jewels
He is now my master
He makes up the rules.
He sits next to me
on the edge of the bed
puts his hands round my neck
and then holds my head
undresses me softly
stripping me down
he lays me down naked
and removes my gold crown
he gets undressed
I try not to peek
he draws himself closer
and kisses my cheek
soon I am throbbing
his dick inside me
he grabs both my breasts
and bites them gently
he rocks me so fast
I try not to scream
I'm feeling it now
This must be a dream
He does it so well
I'm against the wall
So weak if he stops
I might just fall
Then knacker ed and happy
he carries me down
and covers me up
with an indian gown
I'm covered in jewels
He is now my master
He makes up the rules.
He sits next to me
on the edge of the bed
puts his hands round my neck
and then holds my head
undresses me softly
stripping me down
he lays me down naked
and removes my gold crown
he gets undressed
I try not to peek
he draws himself closer
and kisses my cheek
soon I am throbbing
his dick inside me
he grabs both my breasts
and bites them gently
he rocks me so fast
I try not to scream
I'm feeling it now
This must be a dream
He does it so well
I'm against the wall
So weak if he stops
I might just fall
Then knacker ed and happy
he carries me down
and covers me up
with an indian gown
Published 19th Feb 2012
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Anonymous
12th May 2012 5:45pm
At first I was unsure of this poem, I had a difficult time finding the rhythm in my head when I was reading it, but as I got closer to the end I realized that it had captured me and I was in love with it. In a way, that's really funny that your poem runs that way because I would assume that's how the narrator feels as she progresses through her experience. At first shy, nervous,scared, a little bumbling, but by the end transformed into a fluid creature of sex. This is a very beautiful poem, and a wonderful experience :)
