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Camera Star In X

The room is your prop for the duration  
the eyes devouring every angle exclusively mine
allow to get the refreshments
then soak in your body divine  
 
Every gesture as you model and gyrate  
finds me aware of what I have missed  
a Covid triggered isolation for smashing  
erogenous zones to be kissed  
 
I am tempted to plea for a shopping date  
you know the focus of the trip  
the risk is my over stimulation  
want to avoid displeasure with a premature drip  
 
Many hours find me wanking  
fully imagining your coos and sighs  
naughty vocabulary working overtime  
remember the hips tend not to lie  
 
You position yourself on the bed  
making love to the camera you’re so fire  
endorphins flood the pleasure palace  
blues of Fall subjected to a funeral pyre  
 
Accept every inch of roaming hands  
use your own to unsheathe my family pride  
how many hours do we fill with intercourse  
crashing into orgasms’ wondrous tides?  
 
So on the floor, on the couch, or the kitchen  
saving thermostat adjustments with body heat  
my testimony the better cold beater our bodies  
remind me your favorite kind of meat?
Written by JAZZMANOR
Published | Edited 2nd Dec 2023
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