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Gutter

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Miss me with the making love for a moment
I want to climb on top of you and put a hurting on it
One pillow under your back and me on top
Creates the perfect angle for me to reach your spot
You know my long stroke is a killer when I attack the middle
Turn yourover just to watch the waves ripple
One hand pulling your hair the other on your waist
Throw it back hard
How much you can take?
You’re trying to scratch my tattoos off I’m going deep
F*%k you so good your ***** leaks in your sleep
I’ve got you soaking wet 
Wondering what positions next
As I lay you on your side with my hands around your neck
Not too rough 
Just enough to make my presence known
Each stroke hits on time like a metronome
No one is home
Feel free to let the screams out
I want the whole world to know what my **** about
I’ll switch it up when you least expect it
Bring out the blindfold so I can keep your senses guessing
Kisses start from your neck 
Down to your chest
My tongue visits with your nipples
Then travels further down a little
Next stop inner thighs
A trail of lips until I reach my prize
When I hear you gasp I know I’m doing things right
The first moan when the tongue hits is priceless
30 seconds in the arch in your back rises
1 minute in your grip on the sheets tighten
3 minutes in your hands are placed around my head
Instead of me taking you there you lead the way instead
5 minutes in I experience earthquakes
Your legs start shaking
Thighs suffocate
You’re getting louder now 
Pillow in your mouth, “Quiet”
Sounds from her climax often emulate riots
8 minutes in the volanoe erupts
No lava in sight
Just a river of 
You’re out of breath now with that look on your face
You signal me to come over and place your hands on my waist
My eyes start to roll to the back of my head
I’m fond of making love
But tonight my mind visits the gutter instead
 

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substance914 says:

Wow nic3 poem😝

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