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thirst
the lighted room become blind
the fabric hanging on the skin begins to tear
the butterflies tickle the spine
the fragrant bumblebee whispers in the ear
rough hands prick the buttery waist
the strong vines of the dry trees bind the wrists
knowledgeable hands lick the exposed thighs
warm-wet fingers dive in
a mighty weight of flashing tidal waves suddenly collides against the wall
the body is being twisted in every angle
the passionate encounter continues with focused thrusts
nd finally the body breaks under the weight of pleasure
like a heavy garbage sack thrown to the floor...
the fabric hanging on the skin begins to tear
the butterflies tickle the spine
the fragrant bumblebee whispers in the ear
rough hands prick the buttery waist
the strong vines of the dry trees bind the wrists
knowledgeable hands lick the exposed thighs
warm-wet fingers dive in
a mighty weight of flashing tidal waves suddenly collides against the wall
the body is being twisted in every angle
the passionate encounter continues with focused thrusts
nd finally the body breaks under the weight of pleasure
like a heavy garbage sack thrown to the floor...
Published 10th Jan 2025
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Interesting to compare an orgasm to a garbage sack thrown against the floor; or am I mistaken?
11th Jan 2025 2:24am
dear E
here orgasm has not been compared to garbage at all... the comparison is to leaving the girl on the floor after having sex (BDSM) with her...
here orgasm has not been compared to garbage at all... the comparison is to leaving the girl on the floor after having sex (BDSM) with her...
11th Jan 2025 9:20am
I saw what I saw. I would never leave you crumpled on the floor. Would hold you and, while still implanted, fall asleep satisfied. How would that be?
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13th Jan 2025 1:24pm
ha ha
no idea... coming to US is juz a dream for me... thank you for your wonderful words.. I loved it.. when you said "when will I come to the airport to pick you up?" ❤
no idea... coming to US is juz a dream for me... thank you for your wonderful words.. I loved it.. when you said "when will I come to the airport to pick you up?" ❤
10th Jan 2025 6:52pm
I echo eightmore's comment, although I do like the last eight lines of your poem for their hyperbole of the passionate action.
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