– Hello, my love, are you still awake?
– Yes, my darling, I can’t sleep, for heaven’s sake.
– Writing poems all through the night?
– I scribbled some… but they don’t feel right.
– And what’s it about, my love, tell me true?
– About you… and him… and what you do.
It won’t come out right, I think of tearing it apart,
– Will you read it? – Yes, straight from your heart.
– But don’t laugh, promise me, please,
– I won’t, I’ll stay silent, at ease.
I wrote about the evening… you with another,
Skin bare, lips hungry, pressed one on the other.
I wasn’t there, couldn’t meet your eyes,
While he traced your curves under starlit skies.
His hands roamed down your back, exploring every line,
Fingers teasing, tracing, making your body mine.
On the hood, you arched, hips rolling in heat,
Every touch, every moan, wild and sweet.
Your lips on him, biting, sucking, bold,
Moans spilling out, trembling uncontrolled.
Your skin on his, shivering, slick with desire,
Every gasp and shiver feeding the fire.
Then your mouth fell, warm and tight,
Exploring, teasing, driving him to flight.
Hands tangled in your hair, moans breaking free,
Every inch of passion fueling ecstasy.
I imagined you writhing, pressed into his chest,
My heart pounding, aching, unable to rest.
Then, after each gasp, each shudder, each sigh,
You wrote: “I love you…” and set me to fly.
Have I bored you with my lustful art?
– I’m cuming, my love… now ripping apart.
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