Kiss you on the lips, gradually go lower and lower. Knowing that I'm causing a pleasant kind of torture. As I get to your nipples your hands grip my hair. You beg me to go lower and I chuckle and say, "I'm getting there." So I keep going, just a little longer more. I'm going to make sure that tomorrow your legs are sore. So I kiss down your stomach, and just past your navel. You're begging me for more but I promised I'd be gentle. I can feel your excitement, the heat at your core. I slowly enter you and I can tell you want more. Your back arches and you pull me in closer. I find all your weak spots and your legs start to quiver. Your grip on my hair gets tighter. As you come for me, coming apart at the seams. You drift off to sleep knowing you will have such pleasant dreams.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
