Her demanding hand
kept my face
true to her sex and
her strong thighs
clamped about my ears
deafened me to her cries
but my finger slyly
insinuated into her arse
kept her honest and
let me breathe again and
savour the sweet
sharpness of womanhood.
A very visual poem. I had to chuckle because I know how difficult it can be to breathe when those creamy soft thighs clamp down on the ears... 😉
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