Erotic PoetryBefore I weepWaking up flushed and wet,
angry for wanting you.
your scent covering me
ocean infused with Dove soap
My hands mimic yours
tracing over my tits, showing you
how they look in my hands
My fingers are a parody
of your cock, jabbing
rough and quick
until I come
almost before I weep
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