My phone records As I stroke myself,
I feel it in the way They kiss me, Different but the Same, Each completes And stirs me, A burning flame Within, Fed individually, We all share The warmth.
Her lips on mine, Drifting between The urgent need And lazy caresses, Tongues duel While our bodies Press tight.
Crash and burn 3 am drama, Not how I wish We ended up, But the ‘gift’ another Gave me long ago, Protects me Expecting any less Or more.
Roll and toss, Looking for The body I want pressed To mine, Sleep elusive As I pretend The pillow is You.
One Shared with two, Balancing the affection So all know That they’re loved, cared for And adored.
I feel my calloused thumb Trace along Stubbly smooth skin, As I pull her head back. My teeth, Sink in Her neck, Marking her Mine. Her whimpers And moans, The music in my Ear. As I crush her lush Body…
The scent enters my nose Remembering her And why It couldn’t last, I walk a similar path now But with another
Hands glide Round supple curves, Pulling her moans, Deep in her throat, Shaking and dripping Arched, Asking for more And to stop
With a caress And firm hold She submits, To my wants And desires, Her needs I quench As she writhes Beneath me, Mine And only, mine