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in heaven
foreign hands guide us in
through a forest of overcoats,
bombers, sweaters and boots
a latch clicks amid a chorus
of giggles, and light spills from
the hallway onto our shoes
your breath is hot, lips chapped
you fumble from my cheek, over
my shirt, down to my hip then thighs
the button breathes in freedom,
the zipper too – cold fingers send shivers
up my spine, and the clock chimes
seven minutes
through a forest of overcoats,
bombers, sweaters and boots
a latch clicks amid a chorus
of giggles, and light spills from
the hallway onto our shoes
your breath is hot, lips chapped
you fumble from my cheek, over
my shirt, down to my hip then thighs
the button breathes in freedom,
the zipper too – cold fingers send shivers
up my spine, and the clock chimes
seven minutes
Published 2nd Mar 2022
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Anonymous
23rd Mar 2022 8:19pm
Hello there
It’s hard to find erotica on this website that doesn’t make me want to pluck out my own eyeballs with a fork, but this was a blissful exploration that kept me captivated to the end with its direct narrative.
Thank you for sharing
-M
It’s hard to find erotica on this website that doesn’t make me want to pluck out my own eyeballs with a fork, but this was a blissful exploration that kept me captivated to the end with its direct narrative.
Thank you for sharing
-M
28th Apr 2022 8:46pm
