tales of a vixen (NSFW)

princess (straight also lesbian)

lost in the wants of kisses

recalling the memories of my misses,

how she used her hot tight cunt to pleasure me, to treasure me.

how she would kiss my neck, made me lose my breath.

I use to lift the hem of her dress, her bare body revealed to me.

I would feel my blood boil, the endless desire to ravish into her,

to make love with her.

The use of past tense in my poem is what is concerning,

her not being here anymore is alarming.

I am being bored to death, sexual frustration making me lose my strength.

the image of her wet cunt that glistens, in my mind it whistles.

how my word she listens, to this day she will remain as my princess.