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HIS SEED WAS SPILLED
His seed was spilled
as need fulfilled,
flowed into me,
internally.
His wood subsides
as he abides
in our closeness
and my wetness.
On me he rests,
chest on my breasts,
once-stiff member
dying ember....
Post making love,
his face above
mine gazes down
in my eyes brown.
As we both share
when we aware
became of 'facts',
parents' sex acts.
as need fulfilled,
flowed into me,
internally.
His wood subsides
as he abides
in our closeness
and my wetness.
On me he rests,
chest on my breasts,
once-stiff member
dying ember....
Post making love,
his face above
mine gazes down
in my eyes brown.
As we both share
when we aware
became of 'facts',
parents' sex acts.
Published 22nd Mar 2022
Author's Note
Another poem inspired by Nizana's 'Dying Into Me'.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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