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He and I

Tags: poem, sweet
Just a poem I wrote while horny in class. Writing it didnt really help the horniness but it was fun.
Hands on my waist
pulling me close
His lips
on my neck
I gasp
his hands leave my hips
My pants fall
then his too
Our shirts are next
My cheeks turn red.

He lightly pushes
I fall to the bed
His hands run
up my legs
he wants bare skin
the job is done
He kisses up
my stomach and chest
unclasps my bra
tosses it away

He puts his hands to work
twisting and teasing
A small moan
just what he wanted
my pleasure
was shown.
Kisses replace his hands
as they slide down.
He pushes inside
slowly in and out.

My hand lays on his head
his sweet kisses travel.
I'm about to burst
He flicks his tongue
on that one spot.
Out slips a curse
Hands speed up
My back arches
Moans are louder
I'm over the top

He pushes the tip
slowly inside
going deeper
I bite my lip
His hands fall
Back to my waist
He presses in and out
Speed picks up.

Several minutes
His breath shortens
He lets me know
I nod my head
feel him quiver
deep as he can go.
Our breathing slows
moans subside
He puts his lips to mine
hands stay at my waist

He pulls out
lays at my side
my head on his chest
his hand still on my hip
Our eyes close
ready to rest
I smile
hearing his heart beat
lean up,
one more kiss.

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