It was midnight when my phone rang
It was him telling me he was outside...
My heart leapt with gladness
And hurriedly went out the road
Even if it was winter and its freezing cold.
As soon I was inside his car
He grabbed me and kissed me fast.
It was torrid yet it quenched my thirst
And we couldn't help ourselves...
It didn't stop with just a kiss
His hand explored and petted
I started to get tempestuous
As I unzipped his pants quickly
And sat at his lap with parted legs
Facing him with my erect breast
Oh, I could feel his hardness
He went inside me fast and deep
The car trembled for a moment
As we sweat with our cravings...
"Let's go home," he said...
When the aftermath subsided
And suddenly I woke up from reality
I declined and gently moved away.
I could see his eyes questioning
But I said we must take it slow.
He held me closer
And told me to talk about it later.
But I was determined
He became quiet for a moment
Then told me he misses me every minute.
It was the first time
I heard him say he cares
We never talk about love
But we couldn't just break up.
He took me to his house
And we made love the whole night...
It was so amazingly great
For the passion was so intense.
But after that great expression of love
I made a decision and he didn't know
When I got home, I packed my things
And bought me a plane ticket...
I'm going home...
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A KISS IS STILL A KISS
PoesiaWhat drives a woman to be involved in a sexual relationship? Is it for love? For money? A woman sometimes when emotionally unstable caused by recent break ups and abandonment entangles herself in an explicit affair. Sex can become her form of solac...