erotic dream

Mourning Mist

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Missed you are,

I have to say.

Mourning mist with

my eyes closed

wet by my cry…

Now, You I find:

Droplets glisten

on lustrous skin

newly cleaned

Just for me!

I drink a lick

from your neck

teeth massage

as you slide in

slow pushes, long

with kisses, caresses

spinning me round

atop Your cock

a bounce to hop 

You in and out,

up and down,

Your hand guiding

my ass rock,

I arch You deeply

fitting you keylocked

COMPLETELY

an eruption we build

fucking each other

HARD, HARD filled

PUSH,  OH!

PUMP,  OH!!

YES! OH, OH, OH!!!

How I want to hear

You cumming inside,

moaning in my ear!

I must confide.

(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening.  I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening,)

Innocence to Sin

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Oven HOT,

baking again,

handmade icing

SLOW dripping

down my fingers,

my tongue licking

palm to tip

to clean the drips,

in my mouth

the WHOLE digit

I sticks,

sucking the sweetness

with a tongue-

scrubbing wipe

to end with a silent

swallow-swish,

and while savoring

the flavor, a moan

vibrates my lips,

eyes roll CLOSED,

OH…OH…OH…

You pop in,

turning on my tongue

till you POP OFF!

My eyes again OPEN…

Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.

“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.

Blunt

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rolled thick

PERFECT

between

my lips

You sit

quiet

waiting

to be lit

then,

Sucked

in HOT

my window

steamy

mouth dries

creamy…

swollen sweet…

dreamy.

Oh, how

I miss

Your taste

on my tongue!

OH, how

I long.

(To You: Do you recall the time I picked you up in Downtown Chicago? Under a bridge, parked on the side of the road, you in my…well, to be blunt, you made me fly high in that memory;)