Thøughts

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You're at your boyfriend
*****'s house,
No one's home,
His family is out.

Without hesitation he leans
Over & kisses you
Passionately,
You saw what he was doing
And you liked it.
You kissed back,

More.

Starting a make out session,
You two ventured each other's bodies
Feeling,
And pressing.
Holding and pulling
Closer.

You two slowly stood up
Heading upstairs
Still like pressing together as
He leads you to his room
By your right hand
In his.
He stops you in the hall way
Pressing you up against the wall
Softly, hands cupping your face.

; Are you ready?

He whispers and you nod
Yes with a smirk laced across
Your lips,
That he loves to kiss.
He smiles and pulls you into his room
Pushing against the wall as you
Walk in,
And slamming the door
Becoming more and more aggressive.
He pulls off your shirt in one
Swift motion,
Grasping your hips hard and
Slamming them back harder,
His mouth exploring
Yours as you let him do
Everything he's doing
Growing more and more
Inpatient.
He leads you to his bed laying you down
He throws his shirt as well
And continues to undo his
Pants.
He Yanks off your undies
And breaths heavily
Pushing his lips back against yours

He sits up
Looking you in the eyes
And then pounding into you
You moan
And he continues to go faster
Harder
With a devilish grin across his face
Eyes dark
Intentions
Wrong.
As you two fade into each other...

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