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Click herecan you imagine this
just minutes ago:
my elbows pressed down on desk space
in front of keyboard
head lowered, pinched between forearms
body curled, flushed,
fingers parted through hair
fists clenched, desperate,
eyes closed, face burning,
trying not to make those little noises
in the back of my throat
that drive you wild
as I am imagining this......
crawling under your desk
we are not alone
yet hidden,
fingers freeing you from fabric
who is in control now
as you attempt to go about business
lips taking you further
and further inside
soft, warm, wet live flesh-
tongue, mapping topography
of your body
noting locations of
ridges and veins and valleys
for further exploration
my question to you
can you imagine this,
being bound
by these invisible threads
while I do with you
what I will
and you must pretend
there is nothing at all?
this poem because of this part
"tongue, mapping topography
of your body
noting locations of
ridges and veins and valleys
for further exploration"
never though of a topographical map of a man before....interesting...
Anna
ps:you might want to send Maria a pm as she most likely won't come back to see the message you left her
Thank You Maria. I was nervous to post this, isn't that silly, on a site called literotica? I am sure it is pretty tame.