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The Thrust
My hair, pushed to the side,
Kisses tenderly placed upon my neck.
His arm around my waist.
His body pressing into mine.
I feel him, I feel him.
He turns me to him and kisses me, gently.
He pulls my hair, I smile.
I kiss his chest, licking down his
Abdomen.
I slowly remove what's in my way.
Clothes drop to the floor as I drop to my knees.
I inhale him, deeply.
The scent only a real woman can love.
I take him in my mouth.
I hear moans.
His, mine.
I'm wet, he's hard.
I play, he thrusts.
I take him all.
He thrusts harder,
Pulling my hair and moaning.
I love the way he fits in my mouth.
I take him deeply,
Over and over.
He meets the back of my throat.
Calling out as I invite him back.
He thrusts faster,
Moaning louder.
My mouth fills with a warm,
Sweet treat.
I inhale deeply and
Swallow.
Hand still in my hair,
He pulls me up and says,
Bend over.
© Kristin E. Porter
2007
Kisses tenderly placed upon my neck.
His arm around my waist.
His body pressing into mine.
I feel him, I feel him.
He turns me to him and kisses me, gently.
He pulls my hair, I smile.
I kiss his chest, licking down his
Abdomen.
I slowly remove what's in my way.
Clothes drop to the floor as I drop to my knees.
I inhale him, deeply.
The scent only a real woman can love.
I take him in my mouth.
I hear moans.
His, mine.
I'm wet, he's hard.
I play, he thrusts.
I take him all.
He thrusts harder,
Pulling my hair and moaning.
I love the way he fits in my mouth.
I take him deeply,
Over and over.
He meets the back of my throat.
Calling out as I invite him back.
He thrusts faster,
Moaning louder.
My mouth fills with a warm,
Sweet treat.
I inhale deeply and
Swallow.
Hand still in my hair,
He pulls me up and says,
Bend over.
© Kristin E. Porter
2007
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