| Poetry: Lust: Making the Film (1/1) |
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Making the Film Into your house, you invite me in, You smile, and say good loving isn’t a sin. The CCTV camera’s whirr into life, Your Husband wants to watch me fuck his wife. You undo my belt, and smile at my arousal. Your clothes fall to the floor. I look, drinking your vision in. You smile, and say good fucking isn’t a sin. Your hands explore, under my shirt, Your hands explore, turning pleasure into exquisite hurt. You are dangerous, when you begin to flirt. You let my inexperienced, unknowing hands, into your skirt. Our hands entwined, bringing all types of pleasure to my mind, Your breasts, under your bra, you look at me, Me knowing how sexy you are. You say you want me, and you want me now. My trousers fall to the floor, my arousal plain for all to see. Our hands explore the uncharted territory of the other’s skin. You laugh, Good fucking’s not a sin. Your mouth moves from my face, to every uncharted place. We explore each other, until I am on the floor, My urgency is too much for me to ignore. Your lips play on me, I never knew this pleasure could exist. I come in your mouth, My come, in your mouth. You smile, hungrily swallowing my seed. I am so grateful that you have sated my need. You ask me to roll over onto my front. You light the candle, and let the hot wax fall. Your dominatrix personality has come to the fore. I feel the exquisite pain of burning, cutting me to the core. The liquid wax coats my back, and my sides, it explores every inch, Wanting to come in. You laugh, good loving’s not a sin. You lay on the floor, as naked as I am. You tell me you crave your satisfaction now. My tongue wants you to let it in. You open your legs, and lay back. I lick your taste, your legs wrap around my back. Your high heels digging in, They make up for any force that I might lack. Your cry out as the ecstasy overtakes you. Your face and body are beautiful in their coats of perspiration. We gather our thoughts, waiting for inspiration. You lie on your front. I push my cock into you. We cry out in the ecstasy, me filling you, to your limit. You raise up, as my hands explore your breasts. My cock grows bigger and bigger, Craving its own satisfaction. Animal lusts overtake us, as we are no longer responsible for our action. My thrusts gather in their pace. I kiss your neck, and your hair. I come in you, My come in you, The camera follows us around the room, I feel your husband’s excitement mount, As I again mount you. We cry out, for the impending Orgasm, And the rushing of my seed. I control it more now, Wanting to satisfy your need. Our sweat, and the smell of our sex, Haunt the room, We lay on the carpet, Feeling its burn on our skin. As the Orgasm subsides, and my seed exits, You laugh and smile. You feel we need our rest. |
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