Sting of reality

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In the pitch darkness of night,
Us lying on the bed,
You a hand away from me,
I wish my hands could touch
Your soft cock,
And caress it gently,
Like a tulip bud,
And my lips
Softly touch those rosy petals of yours,
My tongue exploring the depth of it,
Sucking the nectar out.
I wish, I could slain this one hand distance,
That separates us
worlds apart.
But the reality stings me deep,
And my desires disappear
In the cloud of rationality.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
"I wish, I could slain this one hand distance"

5- do you mean "slay"?

"one hand distance" is nice image

passionate erotic beginning but might be stronger and more meaningful if some more detail or clarity

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