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RIDDEN
I'm not ashamed that I play the field,
living for when skins can be revealed.
Knowing there'd be one 'round the corner'
wanting to ride me keeps me hornier.
You mount my dick while I suck your tit -
you show you were always 'up for it',
you prop left arm on my chest below,
while your right curls behind my pillow.
Our lower bodies rock and roll
as you send my mind out of control,
yours meeting my 'up', and mine your 'down' -
acting the most rampant pair in town.
living for when skins can be revealed.
Knowing there'd be one 'round the corner'
wanting to ride me keeps me hornier.
You mount my dick while I suck your tit -
you show you were always 'up for it',
you prop left arm on my chest below,
while your right curls behind my pillow.
Our lower bodies rock and roll
as you send my mind out of control,
yours meeting my 'up', and mine your 'down' -
acting the most rampant pair in town.
Published 8th Jul 2023
Author's Note
Inspired by Trome's latest poem, 'Copulation' and its accompanying 'she on top of he' picture. The poem's middle verse was initially a rhyming caption to the picture which I put in my comment.
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