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Text To Sex
*text alert*
Am I still on punishment?
Maybe...
The outer limits are cold and lonely Lil Mama.
Not my problem. Nor my fault...
Do you still have your door keys?
I do... You haven't changed the locks?
Not as long as there's a you. Come home Lil Mama.
Do you think I still love you?
*smh*
Are you coming?
You'll find out if I show up. If I do, will you do the things you used to?
Those things and more. Do you still love me?
On my way...
Do you still love me? Remove your clothes...
Only if you capture my pearl and roll it around with your tongue. Scoop my juices and let them trickle down your throat. Rub the drops that escaped into your skin. Scratch my thighs with your beard.
Come here and climb aboard, soak my beard with your love.
Do you still love me?
Only if you fill me up slowly and deeply. Slide up in me, let me rock. Flip me to my back. Go slow, go deep. Turn me over to all fours, grip my hips. Make me soak your sheets.
Lil Mama?! Do You Still Love Me?
Shhh! I heard you. I'm still thinking.
Stand me up, bend me over one last time before we start the day.
Dressed, heading out the door.
Daddy?
Yes Lil Mama?
Never stopped loving you, just stopped liking and trusting you.
Text you later.
Am I still on punishment?
Maybe...
The outer limits are cold and lonely Lil Mama.
Not my problem. Nor my fault...
Do you still have your door keys?
I do... You haven't changed the locks?
Not as long as there's a you. Come home Lil Mama.
Do you think I still love you?
*smh*
Are you coming?
You'll find out if I show up. If I do, will you do the things you used to?
Those things and more. Do you still love me?
On my way...
Do you still love me? Remove your clothes...
Only if you capture my pearl and roll it around with your tongue. Scoop my juices and let them trickle down your throat. Rub the drops that escaped into your skin. Scratch my thighs with your beard.
Come here and climb aboard, soak my beard with your love.
Do you still love me?
Only if you fill me up slowly and deeply. Slide up in me, let me rock. Flip me to my back. Go slow, go deep. Turn me over to all fours, grip my hips. Make me soak your sheets.
Lil Mama?! Do You Still Love Me?
Shhh! I heard you. I'm still thinking.
Stand me up, bend me over one last time before we start the day.
Dressed, heading out the door.
Daddy?
Yes Lil Mama?
Never stopped loving you, just stopped liking and trusting you.
Text you later.
Published 10th Feb 2013
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10th Feb 2013 3:54am
I really like what you did here. Although I don't think I could ever love someone without liking them also. Overall a very intriguing poem...
10th Feb 2013 4:02am
Thank you for the compliment. It's my way of exorcising inner demons.
I thought that way too, not being able to love someone without liking them, til I had to live it. I still love him. I no longer like him. Not anymore...
I thought that way too, not being able to love someone without liking them, til I had to live it. I still love him. I no longer like him. Not anymore...
