- Erotic Poetry
- Mine
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She’s mine.
Her sleeping form is putty in my long fingers,
it’s amazing what tequila can do.
Her hands go above her head,
tied with her own scarf to the bars.
She’s stripped in my domain.
Her thong tugged away,
there wasn’t much to the mesh, anyways.
Her pristine, porcelain legs spread,
even in a drunken-darkness she’s willing.
She’s stripped, open in my domain.
Her pussy is warm,
the perfect midnight answer to the munchies.
Her steady whimpers of bliss fill my space,
rousing her from the nap in Margaritaville.
She’s stripped, open, wanting in my domain.
Her satiny mantras roll over my goosebumps,
an all-natural aphrodisiac.
Her breasts rise and fall faster,
the handheld phallus driving into her slit steers her closer.
She’s stripped, open, wanting, cumming in my domain.
Her lips are parted and chapped,
spilling forth pleasurable prayers in naughty terms.
Her muscles reign supreme,
electric currents trigger contractions throughout her nerves.
She’s mine.
At least until morning.
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