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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
3 years ago. December 30, 2020 at 10:30 AM

Morning play

On the edge of awakening, as dawn begins to break, you feel that kind of yearning, that desires often make

With eyes closed tight, you start to think, of your special man, he's got his head between your thighs, he's your pussy's biggest fan

You feel him nip and bite your thigh, as he travels up your leg, your need becomes insatiable, in a whisper, plead and beg

His fingers part your moistened lips, his fingers go inside, you open up yourself to him, your legs are spread so wide

With probing investigation, his fingers find your spot, you rise and fall with every stroke, taking all he's got

Finger fucking slowly, his tongue comes in to play, lapping at your cliterus, what away to start your day

Flicking, licking, grinding, his tongue is dancing on your clit, you pull his face into you hard, you want some more of it

Riding his tongue like a cock, your juices start to flow, you're soon in a damp patch, as your orgasm starts to grow

You're so close to climax, a few more licks will do, he starts to pick up the pace, your breathing was the clue

Ecstasy washes over you, your morning wank was done, now your ready to greet the day, to meet the morning sun

Fingers soaked and aching, laying in your cum soaked bed, your smiling with satisfaction, your morning needs been fed

Then your phone pings, its me to say good morning girl, you tell me of your morning play, so I had one as well

Ron

Literate Lycan​(dom male) - Ah . . . To be the special man. Excellent morning verse!
3 years ago
The Kinky Poet​(other male) - Cheers
Love and light
Ron
3 years ago

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