Legs intertwined
Against his sinewy frame
I clung to him
Chanting his name
Cradling me on his waist
He locked me
With in his power
Careful honey, we might slip, I managed to say
Against the thudding beats
Of our frenzied love
He pushed me against the bath tub
And entered from rear
Holding my breasts for support
I looked at our reflection in the mirror
Like animals we indulged
In a barbaric display
The sound of his trumpet
Wasn't the ending
For he pushed me in the bathtub
And went between my legs.
©LR
Simply magnificent Lagna, the images your words conjure up are akin to a mirror in a bathroom laden with condensation.x
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ReplyDeleteCan't help myself today, constantly returning to your posts!!!!
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