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Her Shiny Neck
Your hair is still pulled up in a
loosely braided bun as is your
custom for lovemaking.
The sweats of passion are
slow to dry in this
southern heat.
A few silky strands mat
against your neck and
glisten from the hallway light.
You wouldn't be happy if I said I love your
salty streaks of gray and how they
whisper to me of a life lived.
My spent semisoft cock
finds its home in the crack between your cheeks
only inches from the place of our fiery passions.
The smell of our love still hovers over your shiny neck
and I wonder if I'll ever soften completely.
Your breathing says you’re sleeping now
and I feel jealous, picturing past lovers
coming to your dreams, as they come to mine, trying to
sweep away your memories of tonight’s love.
loosely braided bun as is your
custom for lovemaking.
The sweats of passion are
slow to dry in this
southern heat.
A few silky strands mat
against your neck and
glisten from the hallway light.
You wouldn't be happy if I said I love your
salty streaks of gray and how they
whisper to me of a life lived.
My spent semisoft cock
finds its home in the crack between your cheeks
only inches from the place of our fiery passions.
The smell of our love still hovers over your shiny neck
and I wonder if I'll ever soften completely.
Your breathing says you’re sleeping now
and I feel jealous, picturing past lovers
coming to your dreams, as they come to mine, trying to
sweep away your memories of tonight’s love.
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