Monday, 1 January 2018

You Knew

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  and to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

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