pulled you in
for a sweet little kiss,
held onto the back of your head,
"it's so hot wearing this,"
i whispered in your ear,
you removed my clothes,
i sighed a little too deeply,
hands sliding on the blanket folds,
warm and messy,
was what i remember,
careful and gentle,
was what you did after,
i was surprised,
how i seem light to you,
as you pulled and lifted my legs,
your naked body came into view,
i remember quick moans,
and hands all over,
the warmest memories,
i'll treasure forever.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
