tagErotic PoetryOur night-time hobby.

Our night-time hobby.


Waking up to that body,
I begin again, my night-time hobby.
Slip and slide, do our lips.
Grind and dip, do our hips.
Hot and heavy, we strip of clothes.
Hard and sweaty, your manhood grows.
Slowly and swiftly, begins our dance.
For lengths of time, in rhythmic trance.
Momentum rises, the beat does flutter.
"Nearly there." We start to stutter.
One last thrust, finishing what had begun,
as we roll on our backs, crotches covered in.


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