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I was trying To Share My Pain
and all she could think about
was fucking me till words
became grunts
from my too verbose throat
to silence the
spill of bullshit falling from my
stubble framed mouth
she stepped up close
shoved one hand in her pants
wiped her heaving need under my nose
and asked me
what type of limp prick
has a woman this wet
and still won’t
shut the fuck up
we collided
as if her lithe body
was gravity
I was an unsuspecting rock caught in
her orbit
and had no choice
but to crash full force into her
smash our clothes off in flaming debris
hook my arms under her hamstrings
lift her until my face and her pussy
are lips to lips
her back to the wall
and I’m about to have my tongue in the core
exploring new terrain
to see if its waters will sustain life
the howling of her
breath cuts through the air
like a hurricane
her legs trembling
muscles in my back burning
I pull away lower her
until she crashes down on my cock
and we are left
a crater of lust-mangled wreckage
her ass cheeks planted in the
plasterboard
left there like a flag
to say we came
was fucking me till words
became grunts
from my too verbose throat
to silence the
spill of bullshit falling from my
stubble framed mouth
she stepped up close
shoved one hand in her pants
wiped her heaving need under my nose
and asked me
what type of limp prick
has a woman this wet
and still won’t
shut the fuck up
we collided
as if her lithe body
was gravity
I was an unsuspecting rock caught in
her orbit
and had no choice
but to crash full force into her
smash our clothes off in flaming debris
hook my arms under her hamstrings
lift her until my face and her pussy
are lips to lips
her back to the wall
and I’m about to have my tongue in the core
exploring new terrain
to see if its waters will sustain life
the howling of her
breath cuts through the air
like a hurricane
her legs trembling
muscles in my back burning
I pull away lower her
until she crashes down on my cock
and we are left
a crater of lust-mangled wreckage
her ass cheeks planted in the
plasterboard
left there like a flag
to say we came
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