11.09
Sweat & chills run down my spine
When he forces his body against mine
As his tongue maps my mouth at eleven-o-nine
while
hands choking my neck, committing just the perfect crime
with no breath, no air, just him tasting of weed & me of wine
he tosses me on the bed as I submit to his heavenly divine
and his lips finding their way to kiss my neckline,
fingers their way to rip my lingerie just fine
teases me, fondles me, caresses me — just to see me shine
whispers, “you’re a dirty little girl, my love and valentine.”
no mercy, he shoves his shaft in my mouth in just time
sticks his saline thick huge cock and runs deeps down my throat with no deadline
moves to bite my nipples while stroking the wet lad around my bikini line
“tell me you want me,” he asks me to resign
I run my nails down his torso to give a green sign
Smirks & pins my hands against the bed slides it for us to intertwine
My soft screams fill the void of silence as he does me from behind
I worship his manhood for my pussy to realign
immediately pushes it back in me to glorify his proud shrine
pulls me close while pounding and kisses my forehead, pure & benign
my legs give in as pace and strength multiply in time
he smiles & fills me with his warm milk of love as I recline
“I love you, baby girl; you are my life and only mine.”
Read another sensual poem written by Aarya: Dirty, wet weather of you
