Sitting
April 20, 2010
It’s been a good week for shower poetry. This set came also, all at once (the last one while brushing my teeth). -M
Sitting
Sitting in my chair
watching my cock disappear
as you sit on me.
Straddling my lap
you smile devilish, and gasp
seated, full and deep.
I don’t move, I can’t
just watch and feel as you fuck
slowly up and down.
My hands find your hips
but just to touch; you’re driving
your lust, your need rules.
You sink, self-impaled
keening, clutching coming hard
I can’t help but join.
Lifting up, dripping
sweet, smirking kiss on the lips
swagger to your step
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As usual, So. Damn. Hot!
Love the minimalist erotica, Monocle. Just the right details.
Thanks Will and Sue! I like that – Haiku/Senryu can indeed be a minimalist erotica.
i can’t believe you could remember all that from the shower!! did you write it on the steamy walls? coz, honey, my walls are all kinds of steamy now….
phew! That was *awesome*!!!
nilla