the core of your foundation
slick from the tightness of penetration
... such jubilation....
but--
I sit here teary eyed at the thought,
the need
to hear how much you are weak
for me
the waver in your voice
the tiny high tremble in a moan not successfully stifled
I get high on your ecstasy
fight more, lose louder
bitten lips draw blood to the surface begging
to be released
oh how I love to teeter on the edge
I love the rush of danger pleasure resistance and wanting to surrender
a whisper
Queen Poetess B Copyright ©2009
a whisper
the way your hairs in all those places... graze my skin
the mutter of how close you are to reaching
stretching out to stretch it out until you can't hold out
beginning a journey of a soul shattering decent back
down
to
.... mmmmmmmmm.
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