Erotic PoetryLionessSqueezed in on the couch,
she feels the warmth
of hot denim
against her knuckles.
as her hands rise,
hearing them both gasp
as her palms slowly slide
across the hard mountains of their thighs,
the only sound now
the droning TV
and their deep breaths
as she palms their cores,
knowing she is in complete control,
circling them,
grabbing their shafts as she rises
and leads their obedient bodies
into her waiting den.
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