him

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erotic fiction, explode, juice, lover, poem, sex, writhed

I could feel his body strengthen
inside me as he moved
in and out at pace
my hips now in the groove
he then began to slow
his face now tightening up
his mouth speaking somewhat slowly
about to let it out
I begged him for his juice
his soft beautiful cream
as arching back I writhed and bucked
with pleasure and a scream
for now my juice did push
from deep inside my hole
loosening his shaft
glistening upon his pole

I lay there quiet and flat
his veins against my clit
with darkness now upon us
I knew that he was it
he was my one true love
my rider in the storm
the guy I opened up for
the one who broke the norm
for he could hold and wait
where others previously fell
he knew when to make me explode
he somehow knew how to tell