- Erotic Poetry
- Still dreaming
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I am still dreaming of that evening,
Sitting at my desk with nipples straining against my blouse,
Far too often my head is still
Wrapped around what happened
With the street lights streaming
Through the motel window
Onto a king size bed
As a fan slowly turned on the ceiling,
Throwing shadows on strong fingers
Stroking the curve of my bottom
Through silky stockings,
Lips meeting in a deep kiss,
I can feel his hardness
Through the flimsy material of my dress,
Wanting him, pleading with my fingers,
His hand responding,
Moving under my dress,
Searching, gently, stroking, gasping,
Leaning back as his tongue causes me to spasm,
Hands gripping the bed,
Knuckles white,
Lips parted,
Fingers moving in and out slowly,
Tongue moving faster,
Moaning and stifled cries
From my lips
As an orgasm escape from his grasp,
Knees weaken and I collapse,
His lips find mine gently,
And that was just the beginning.
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