Conscious

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a conversation with myself about the way he makes me feel
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He said you’re acting like
You don’t want me
Like I if...
I touch you
Kiss you
Fuck you
I’ll ruin you
Well... the truth is
You will &...
I mean it
Like,
Y’all not understanding
I loved everything single about this man
& To say he was a masterpiece was a complete understatement
The very thought of him made me radiate heat
I burned with the intensity of 1000 suns
Like you ever had,
Sex soo good
You can feel it in a memory
Like every time
You thought about it
You were just that close to bliss
Flashbacks
That seemed to send you into cold sweats
& You can’t help but clench your thighs together
Cause you can remember
Every single touch,
Like something in their fingertips set your soul on fire
& You can remember
Just how it felt
Wrapping your legs around them
& The deeper they went
The tighter you squeezed
The harder they pushed
The deeper you breathed
Like, now
You can sorta kinda feel yourself
Slipping back
Just a bit into ecstasy
I can see you
Fanning your chest
I can see you
Touching yourself, like
Like you’re nervous
Like we know your dirty little secret
I can see you
Squirming in your seat
Kinda like that day he made those black lace panties you wore just for him stick to your sex
& He didn’t even have to touch you
I mean, damn
Nigga's got that daddy dick
That type of shit
That makes you reevaluate what you will & will not put up with
That dick you can’t wait to devour when he finally steps through that door & you not even a bitch that sucks dick
That shit that have you tongue tied & twisted
Dick so good you can’t even formulate proper sentence
& The only thing heard beyond a rhythmic slapping is a budding chorus of oooohs and aaaahs
& Ever so often he might throw in a surprise worthy of an ad lib
Like...fuck yes
& You end up sounding
like a white bitch getting dicked down by the tiniest cock on a brazzers porno
I mean bitch
Can I talk to you for a second
No, I mean really talk to you
Cause this convo got real deep real fast
& I feel like you understand me
I mean I might be dickmatized
Cause he got real deep real fast
Like balls slapping clit deep
& Before I knew it, I reached my peak
Like it’s not even fair
For someone to look that good
Sound that good
& Have dick that good
I mean just thinking about it got me way past wet
& Now I think my panties are sticking to my sex
He really got me fucked up over here
I wish I could push him out
To hold back my emotion
But as soon as he pulls out
I miss that feeling of closeness
Stripping me of all that delicious heat
But only for a single second
Before he delves back into my folds
Feeling deeper
& Sweeter than before
Now wrapped up in his arms
With our legs strewn together
I feel his breath on my neck
Even in his sleep
He has the ability to coax me back into heat
Thoughts permeate my mind
I hate to be the one to say I told you so my conscious spoke
A smile parting my lips
I said just above a whisper
I’m ruined but I don’t mind

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