“Come.” she said,
throwing the covers back,
and beckoning me towards her. “Come.”
Beneath the flannel sheets she was not
naked but wore black bra lack fishnet
stockings and garter belt. “Come.”
I stood there like an idiot tee shirt
half way down my arms, “Come”
she std and fumbled with my belt and fly
with her tongue she explored me until we lay
like two digits in the bed shuttering as our
mutual efforts bore fruit. Then we tumbled and
grappled under the covers into an embrace
We coupled, struggling with each other,
for each other:
strength begets strength, passion, passion;,
until the waves of our lust crashed
upon the rocks of physical endurance
and we slept.
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