Entanglement
My encounter with Officer Bae
The engorged fruit of your hips delights my senses as I swallow every inch
Your scent is intoxicating
I crave you
The way you steady my gait as I crest on the peak of reckless abandon
The tropical storm that ensues
You calling my name as my rain thunders down
Your love gives me a high like no other
You pull my hair to correct my posture and suffocate my inhibitions as you growl in my ear
Yes, please, stay right there
Right there
Right…
… there
Thank you, Officer!
I pant as words breathily escape upon climax
I love it when you protect this p*ssy and serve that big d*ck
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Moni Schex
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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By Owen Belen3 days ago in Poets
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