This is more short erotica than poetry and it is MOST DEFINITELY meant for adults only. I’m putting it behind a cut so be forwarned….

It’s dark and I’m waiting. I feel you behind me. I stand, unmoving until you push me toward the counter. I brace my hands there.

The jingle of your beltbuckle sends shivers down my spine and my head drops forward as the lethargic narcotic effect of what you do to me begins to settle inside, fill my cells one by one, building until I’m teetering on the edge.

The leather bites into the flesh of my thighs and ass as your fingers find me wet, needing you. I grip the counter as you scratch down the line of my back. Twice. My breathing is slow and heavy, submission like a cloak.

When you thrust deep into my cunt I’m beyond words and so I hold on and you pull just nearly out and I move back, not wanting to lose contact and I’m stretched then as you continue.

Slow then fast, deep and hard, your cock slides into me steadily. I feel my hair on my face, sliding like cool silk against the heat of my forehead, sticking to my lips.

It feels so fucking good I can’t slip away entirely as the blunt head of your cock strokes over that sweet spot inside me. Until spiraling, it bursts.