sex with my ex,
trying to make a nest from this mess,
wonder what she expects from the hickeys on her neck,
does she reflect what's going to happen next?
when I pin her down the bed yet again just to walk away and flex,
does she not look after her steps?
Is she really that sex-hungry to sleep with an ex and not think about the effects?
I thrust into her hard each time she mentions,
how much she loves me and regrets,
I tell her I miss her body not her mind,
as I arrange the sex toys I designed,
to make her confined,
to take her to the brink of satisfaction just to leave her behind,
that I am no Mr. kind, can't she see, is she blind?
I relish her tight cunt, cherish her breasts, with my handprints as the design, there's no deny.
I am sadistic master who's devilish, but that's her fetish, that's what she likes.
YOU ARE READING
tales of a vixen (NSFW)
Poesíasensual poetic oneshots. SMUT !! SMUT !! SMUT !! credits: alexa demie (picture taken from her Instagram)