- Erotic Poetry
- Throuple New Year
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It was an unusual New Year’s.
Of course I was there.
But I did not stay long.
You clinked glasses
with her
at midnight.
You probably kissed her.
But I’m so fucking sure
it was not
the same kind of kisses
that you gave me
when I stopped by earlier
in the evening.
The way you
kiss me
is fucking amazing.
The way you kiss me
makes me shiver.
It makes me wet for you.
It makes me want to
lay under you.
On you.
Next to you.
The way you kiss me
makes me want
your cock
in my mouth.
It makes me
want
my pussy
in your mouth.
The way you kiss me
makes it easy to pretend
that you are
all mine.
Only mine.
It’s ok that you are
hers too.
Being part of a throuple
means that sometimes
you’re mine
and sometimes you’re hers.
I like to think,
that even when you’re hers,
even when you’re
kissing her
on New Year’s Eve
you are thinking about
kissing me,
touching me,
fucking me.
Happy New Year
my sometimes love.
Tonight’s kisses
may not have happened
at midnight,
but they were
fucking
good
kisses.
She may be your wife.
But I am your passion,
your addiction.
And that works
so beautifully
for all of us.
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