The Object Of My Lust

It’s deep, It’s dark,
It screws with my heart.
The chills, They climb,
Further up my spine.
My brain, It screams,
Don’t stop doing this to me.
I feel, The sweat,
Trickle down the center of my breast.
I grab, My hair,
I just can’t help but stare.
I search, Around,
I can’t keep myself down.
My lips, They touch,
The object of my lust.
He kisses, My thighs,
I can’t help but close my eyes.
He rubs, His hand,
Slowly down my back.
I thrust, Myself,
Deep onto his pelvis.
I push, Away,
But he won’t let me stay.
Together, We come,
Finally we are done.
Closer, He nears,
He wipes away my tears.
He kisses, My chin,
In an hour we’ll start all over again.

The Object Of My Lust

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JOLIET, United States

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