Tag Archives: sex

This is what you do


This is what you’ve reduced me to Laying in bed. Thinking about your legs wrapped around my head. How dare you enter my dream space demanding my services. Caressing my skin Begging for a quickie, Your last class just left … Continue reading

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The sex is great,  but not really


You’re great in bed, I mean you give great head bit there is something wrong. You don’t communicate, eunouciate, or pontificate. Checking for clues from you is misleading, confusing and my own undoing. We don’t have shit in common but … Continue reading

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Can you hear me


Here’s the thing you never understood.  She’s just a friend bit you’re my girlfriend. Me & her talk about you in the sense that I need a sounding board, you both know how I’m liable to say just about anything.  … Continue reading

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last call


these voices aren’t yours no matter how much i scream. these hands will never feel like yours, even as they grip me these lips on me can’t be as sweet as you no matter the number of kisses left on … Continue reading

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Feeling sexy 


At home fresh out the shower You’re on your way here Jamming to these slow songs   Meeting you at the door in a towel.  Water dripping off my hair.  Pulling you in & scooping you up.  Your clothes on … Continue reading

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Perfection


Your mother named you Michael But I call you perfection Your 6’5 frame rivals my own Where I’m soft your hard Chiseled out of warm wood and clay You’re a wonder to be hold You said your perfection I told … Continue reading

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Last thoughts 


I was here with you In our space  The 1st time place we ever made love. I mean the place your maidenhead spilled on my bed.  I look at the walls & see the holes we left.  I see my … Continue reading

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