- Erotic Poetry
- Holding My Neck
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In his touch, passion found its space,
Fingers intertwined within my grace.
Wide apart, my legs did spread,
As desires danced upon the bed.
With eyes locked tight, lost in his gaze,
I surrendered to his lustful ways.
But in a moment's shift, he changed his tune,
His fingers left, my heart did swoon.
"Find a toy, big and bold,
For you to please, as you're told."
I reached the drawer, held it high,
A large dildo, caught his eye.
He commanded, "Now, pleasure yourself,
With silicone shaft, embrace its wealth."
In rhythm and motion, my body played,
As his stare upon my actions stayed.
His hand on my neck, a gentle hold,
Lifting my chin, my head he controlled.
"Look at me," he firmly said,
As my pleasure and his eyes both wed.
There, in his grip, I felt secure,
His dominance, my heart did lure.
He urged me on, his voice so sweet,
"Come for me, my love, complete."
And as my climax painted the night,
His grip stayed strong, his eyes alight.
In bruises left by his tender touch,
A testament to our love, a future clutch.
For in his hands, I find release,
In his touch, my soul finds peace.
And with loving fingertips, I'll trace,
Reminders of passion, our intimate embrace.
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