Eclectically Sexual Poetry

Comfortably I’m leaning, against his chest I feel him. Up and down we rise and fall, naked bodies meshed and sweat drops like dew they roll.

His massive grip roams my skin, touching me in places they’ve never been. I can feel him pressed against my back, growing harder and harder the parts of me he tracks.

“Open up”, he says and the oil he spreads too, my head drops to his shoulder and I breathe in the smell of what our bodies do. The oil and scents of us mix, our air intertwines and I’m transfixed.

Each digit courses my skin, my lips and deep within. Not one, but two or three, he fills me up, reaching my spot and making me cum.

I’m overboard and filled with release. He gave me what I needed and now I want the D.



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