Wednesday, 30 October 2024

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



3 comments:

  1. 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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  2. Can't help myself today, constantly returning to your posts!!!!

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