You knew when you
bought it that your
lovely lingerie would
be
ruined, your stockings
tight about
wrists and bedposts,
your
damp panties blinding
you, your
bra yanked down to
pout your
breasts for unknown
mouths, your
mouth gasping, agape
for
someone’s sex.
You knew their smells
hung about you as you
woke him, and yet he
kissed you
passionately,
rolled under you,
slid into your
abused wet centre,
tasting
man and woman as you
whispered your
debauchery and
rode his beloved body.
(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com and
Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go
visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
And with thanks for inspiration to lelasdesires.tumblr.com
Another scenario that is beyond our boundaries, but fascinating and delightful nonetheless! And stunningly brought to life with your words, of course! ;-) ~C
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful poem. Gorgeous use of words. I just loved reading it aloud. xxx
ReplyDeleteOh my, so hot. Definitely ticks off some boxes for me
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