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Only Fan
Rounds of applause,
sounds of clapping,
fill the air.
and no, i don’t mean hands.
The way our bodies grind,
you’d think this is a new dance.
Your fingers twisted in my hair,
like you found a new home for your hands.
Your whispers kiss my skin,
as you tell me, “I’m your biggest fan.”
Longing to reach that g-spot,
you quickly change your stance.
Slowly digging into me,
I tried to hold it in, but I don’t stand a chance.
My orgasm begging for release,
while i’m clawing at the sheets,
but you don’t miss a beat.
Sweat glistening on our bodies,
unable to handle all this heat.
An aggravated huff leaving my lips
as you retreat,
flipping me over unto my back,
I guess you decided it’s time to eat.
Your lips envelop my center,
bringing me to the brink.
Tears forming in my eyes, blurring my vision
with each blink.
Your tongue fucking me, giving me no time to think.
Then you enter me once more,
your thrusts, unforgiving.
I think my soul might have left,
and levitated to the ceiling.
We both succumb to our pleasure,
that was building deep.
As you place soft kisses on my face, I drift off to sleep…
- Poetic Gawdess
sounds of clapping,
fill the air.
and no, i don’t mean hands.
The way our bodies grind,
you’d think this is a new dance.
Your fingers twisted in my hair,
like you found a new home for your hands.
Your whispers kiss my skin,
as you tell me, “I’m your biggest fan.”
Longing to reach that g-spot,
you quickly change your stance.
Slowly digging into me,
I tried to hold it in, but I don’t stand a chance.
My orgasm begging for release,
while i’m clawing at the sheets,
but you don’t miss a beat.
Sweat glistening on our bodies,
unable to handle all this heat.
An aggravated huff leaving my lips
as you retreat,
flipping me over unto my back,
I guess you decided it’s time to eat.
Your lips envelop my center,
bringing me to the brink.
Tears forming in my eyes, blurring my vision
with each blink.
Your tongue fucking me, giving me no time to think.
Then you enter me once more,
your thrusts, unforgiving.
I think my soul might have left,
and levitated to the ceiling.
We both succumb to our pleasure,
that was building deep.
As you place soft kisses on my face, I drift off to sleep…
- Poetic Gawdess
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