Tuesday, 17 March 2020

On my navel

You and me
Away from the prying eyes
In the confines of the washroom
Preying on each other
Without preliminaries

I free your burgeoning turgidity
And wrap it in my moist crevice
You get lost
Somehere in me
Cradling me on your hips
Against the moist glass
Your tongue trace the shell of my ear

You are torturing me, I complain
You smile
And roll your hips
Drilling into me, further

With my head thrashing against the glass pane
My nails digging into your flesh
I plead, lemme come

You will come, only when I command, you roar

Every thrust of yours 
Plunged deeper
Sometimes with agonizing urgency
Sometimes in a foxtrot manner

I quivered for orgasmic bliss
Waiting for you, to climax
But you prolonged
Chanting my name
Your hunger

And then you pushed me on the floor
Squatting over me
You released your power
Laying your seeds on my navel. 

©LR

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