- Erotic Poetry
- sticky hands
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Click here"youre going to hell"
she tells herself
as she slides her jeans down to her ankles
trying to wipe off her hands
which are slimy with sweat
she always hated
having sticky hands
"it's hot there.
hope you like it hot"
hot
hot
like his body
his mouth
his tongue
as they slide across her body
hot like the air
clouded with the
thick sweet cloying
smell of cum,
which is everywhere.
bed walls table
a room made of cum
everywhere
mostly she likes it.
except on her hands
she always hated
having sticky hands
- COMMENTS
doormouseover 19 years agoWould have liked a bit more grammar, but beggars can't be choosers.
Great stuff!! ;-)
flyguy69over 19 years agoAlmost as intriguing as your bio!
I felt you were on to something with her objection to sticky hands, but didn't feel like it went anywhere. Are they a metaphor for something?
