Saturday, 19 April 2025

 Hush, don't break my flow, she whispered 
Sealing my mouth with her palm

I'm not yet done 
Your groans disrupt my passage
As she slaved away
She was somewhere else
Her eyes castaway 
While her body triumphed on me 
She didn't moan as she was about her reach her climax 
Rather she chanted, closed mouth

That's when I realised what she meant when she said sex isn't about quenching your flesh
It's an art
A rites de passage 
Satiating your soul!
©LR


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