You're waiting for me.
You always are.
There's no time for foreplay today
and you're ready so I dive right in.
Slow, sensual strokes at first.
I'm familiar with the deep wetness that's your abyss
I plunge forward and a rush comes over me.
I stroke longer, harder, faster
Faintly hearing you cheer me on.
My heart thunders in my chest,
I've reached my peak.
I begin to breathe normally again.
With a quick manoeuvre, i'm up and out of you.
Some parts of me drip from a wetness only you can cause.
As my towel slowly licks water droplets off of me
I turn and look at you.
You're lying there,
Still, Calm and Inviting.
You're tempting, but I can't stay.
I tell you no more for today, and walk away smiling.
Because tomorrow, I know that you'll be here
Waiting for us to do it again..........
Heh, I love to read poetry, but this is the first sexual poetry that I have ever read. I think it's awesome personaly, and in some ways, even better then some of the stories on the site. Keep up the good work!
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