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A New Resolution

He sat, I stood, he's dressed, I could
Hide my naked shame but his mood
Precluded modesty; rehearsed,
I was quite bare, but so immersed
In his discourse; parting my thighs,
I showed intent, I won't disguise
My pleasure for he seemed content,
And his contentment: heaven sent
 
Dressed in his finery, it’s true;
The trousers tented - yes - I knew,
For even though I closed eyelids  
I sensed his sex was quite rigid
And ready to warm my wet recess
That I'd surrendered. He undressed.
His need was hot. Me? Bare and cold,
He used me hard. all was resolved.
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 5th Feb 2025
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