- Erotic Poetry
- Busted
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That smirk.
It makes my blush so much worse.
And yet,
I can't stop
now
because
the way
you look at me
as I finger myself
has
my
nipples
flushing
and
my
pussy
weeping
twice
as
hard.
Oh yeah baby,
I’m fucking busted.
Your smirk, it's changing.
Why would that be?
Oh, this.
Lips,
parted,
moistened,
calling.
Cheeks
flushed
and
fevered.
Eyes,
glazed and drinking in your face.
Oh fuck yeah, baby,
I'm busted.
You caught me playing by myself,
now I'm putting on a show.
I’ll fuck you with my gaze
and flood the room
with my heat
and
my scent.
I’ll mimic how you make me move
so you can see
what you do to me
just
by
the
sheer
thought
of
you.
Ooh.
Oh fuck baby.
I'm coming in waves, connected to your gaze
and it feels like it's just not stopping.
You.
I'm coming for you.
And once I'm done
I know
my next move
is
to
make
you
come,
come,
come
this hard too.
Mmmmmmm, fuck yeah baby.
I'm busted.
- COMMENTS
BVMLoveralmost 6 years agoVery nice work, I could really picture this! Really enjoyed the aesthetic of how you layed it out (no pun intended :P) too.
