Poems

please, now can we fuck?

Please, now can we fuck? It’s cold out here in the parking lot The night it’s wet and dark But soon we’re going home and snuggle up, Then fuck one more round You feel so good inside of me, when you hungrily move faster and faster I am on my knees for you, master you...

chocolate melting on my tongue

The memory of his fingers in my mouth, chocolate melting on my tongue warm liquid dripping as my thighs open, and my hair is being pulled back, my neck bitten hard, and the way he touches my ear makes me tremble with pleasure, I moan and he gives me a slap he says: you make...