Reflection

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When you fuck me in front of the mirror
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I’ve never thought myself
to be much of a voyeur
Watching people
fuck
has never been
my number one turn on
But I’ve discovered
that I like watching
us
in the mirror
You behind me
Wrapped around me
Bending me over
then pulling me up
by my hair
to see what you do to me
reflected in
the look on my face
when your fingers are
on me
in me
I’ve never really
thought
I looked
sexy
But when I look
in the mirror
when you are
touching me
I am shocked
that I look
so
fucking
hot
And then
I meet your eyes
in the glass
and see heat
and lust
and maybe
if I look closely
a little bit of
love
I don’t often look
into your eyes
for very long
I always
shy away
But your eyes
in the mirror
capture mine
hold them
My God
We are
so
fucking
beautiful
together
And I wonder
how can anyone
look at us
and not know.
How can
she
look at us
and not know.
It’s just
so
fucking
obvious.
At least it is for me
Especially when
I look at us
In the mirror

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TheDokTheDokalmost 2 years ago

Thank you. You have captured the essence of it. 5*

MaydaypilotMaydaypilotabout 2 years ago

While within, in love, the wonder of seeing from without.

Paul4playPaul4playabout 2 years ago

“…how can anyone

look at us

and not know.”

Together, you are that hot!

And I see the glass reflecting your intimacy.

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowabout 2 years ago

thanks for letting us see through your eyes

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