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I Reach Down

Weekend Motivation

By Pete SymesPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Despair

I reach down

Fingers brush my nipple into a tingle

Already erect from your eyes my fingers finish their form

Now they burst.

I reach down

Feel the round heft of my breasts

I lift them as an offering to your eyes and lips for worship

Burst forth gasping breath

I reach down

I grab your hips and pull your thrust deep

You arch your back for deep immersion until balls slap ass

You burst me open

I reach down

Split my fingers around my clit then squeeze

Feel your shaft plunge without end deep into me

Now I burst

I reach down

Where my flesh engulfs your slippery cock

Spreading my flowing folds taut and wide exposing all

While you burst in me.

I reach down

Cup and clench your tight butt to me

We quake in unison in a sweaty heap entwined and inseparable

Fireworks burst all around

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Pete Symes

A scenario manifests. A scenario disassembles. I participate intensively for the duration.

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