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it's true, I am all cock at times
and you allow it
celebrate it
become the hand that caresses it
tenderly
lingeringly
the lips that embrace it warmly,
languidly
the swollen cunt that swallows it
whole,
wetly
the bitch that rides it demandingly
sweatily
until it drags your pleasure explosively
to beyond oblivion
and I rest with you,
now infinitely more than a cock
it's there - it's right there. the tenderness, the physicality, the gentled moments, the plunge
and afterwards -
the glow.
i loved this. especially this phrase, its sounds, the way it forms in the mouth, escapes the lips to fall from the tongue:
languidly
the swollen cunt that swallows it
This is an outstanding poem, beautifully structured and encompassing the raw physicality of those all-absorbing cock-centric moments verified through collusion with a partner. This would have been enough in itself, but you transcended all with your final line.
there is a raw naughtiness about your poetry that i like very much. each little scene within a scene is captured masterfully. thoroughly enjoyed the word order and blunt delicacy of your writing. --sincerely, SensualQuills