Back pressed hard
On wood carved
Etched design
You are mine
Trembling knees
Plunged two with ease
Wet plops from me to you
Added another finger too
You bawled my name
And load the game
You balled your fists
Crumpling sheets
Grunt, groan, let go
I let your warmness flow
'Thought you're mad at me.'
'I was, I guess, but not really.'
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#BedroomConfessions
RomanceLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-
