Threshold
Burst into that tight cleavage
In search of a dept non had reached before,
In a darkness so sweet and embracing
Pumped up, with vigor the thrusting continues
An endless wave of moans drowns the background
Yes! Id hit edges and probably bruise
Yet I persist
A lingering joy awaits in accomplishment.
In what seemed like seconds of eternity
I arrive, a boyish smile preceding
An arrival met with utmostly great enduring pleasure.
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2016
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