Your hands found the path to my pleasure
without needing a map.
You introduced me to an ecstasy
far beyond what I imagined.
I was on top, you made sure it was all about me.
You drowned between my legs,
worshiped me like your highest deity.
The nail marks in your skin
were a point of pride for you.
Battle wounds showing
you fought for your highest ideal.
You said I was yours and I surrendered without a fight.
You own every inch,
every sound,
every drop of me on your sheets,
just please don’t stop,
please don’t stop.
Please keep going.
“You are mine, look at me, I want to hear you.”
Your strong hands had to hold my trembling legs.
This poem is from my poetry book Rehab which is currently free on Amazon
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