His kisses seem so sincere
It might be a game for him
But a kiss is still a kiss
My body trembled
Giving me electric shockwave
Creating submissions to my system
I became his slave, I moaned like a kitten
His touch produces unmeasured ecstasy
Filling the missing space
Inside my inner self
It makes me complete
It made me a woman, my rebirth...
The rudeness as he went within me
Deeper and faster
Giving me slight pain
And unforgettable pleasure
And I wanted more
So I begged like a child
And he loves to hear me plead
Till we both got what we wanted
The ultimate climax
Of our sensual desires...
Only to feel the guilt
After it subsided
How will I tell him?
This will have to end
When I enjoyed every minute.
I gave him one last burning kiss
It made him moan for a moment
Then I found my way out of his room
And out of his life forever...
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A KISS IS STILL A KISS
PoetryWhat 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...
