Singular
It's late and I'm beat
stroking gently, fingers
sliding through the wet
hot and humid, slightly sticky
twirling around and around
spot on sometimes but not
too much
moaning, pleading
make me beg, stopping
just long enough to tease
getting nervous that it
might be over
I'm working for it
reaching for it
legs stiff
body shaking
If I'm lucky
I've got salty
sticky boy cum there
It always feels better with
your cum.
Fingers sliding in and out
around and underneath
Mmm, got it
hot and hazy
slippery and supple
dissolving and coalescing
You said jacking off
wasn't fun anymore.
You lied.
stroking gently, fingers
sliding through the wet
hot and humid, slightly sticky
twirling around and around
spot on sometimes but not
too much
moaning, pleading
make me beg, stopping
just long enough to tease
getting nervous that it
might be over
I'm working for it
reaching for it
legs stiff
body shaking
If I'm lucky
I've got salty
sticky boy cum there
It always feels better with
your cum.
Fingers sliding in and out
around and underneath
Mmm, got it
hot and hazy
slippery and supple
dissolving and coalescing
You said jacking off
wasn't fun anymore.
You lied.
posted by MMM at 8:54 PM
1 Comments:
You are a bang-up erotic poetry writer. Most of my favorite poems that come out of you are of this genre, and a lot of times it's becuase the wanting can be felt, and the underlying current of supressed emotion (when it is supressed) can be felt as tension in the language. You are so good at it.
That being said, kill the following lines, they are unnecissary: "It always feels better with
your cum." and "You lied." Every line has to count and these two are throwaways.
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