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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