Sexual Frustration
I want you so bad it’s unreal.
It’s so ridiculous on how much
I want your wicked body.
I want to be devoured by your
Mouth-watering kisses, and
Gag on your powerful tongue
As we carry on with our
Tonsil hockey matches.
You shred my clothing off,
Diving in for the kill,
Knowing I’m so uber soaked
From craving a gift from
Your little friend.
I want to be drowning
In your heavy, love juices.
Letting them glide down
My throat as I slither
And wrap my sexual body
All around you.
I want to slide onto
Your thriving member and
Become in sync with
Your temple of a body.
We writhe and enjoy
Each other’s love juices,
Mixing together with sweat,
Among, other bodily functions,
We get closer to the break.
You friend enjoys his stay inside
My chamber as you gnaw
Down on my girls,
I’ll be moaning and hungering for
More while crying your name
In vain.
It’s coming, I know.
My body prepares
For the impact:
Can I handle your seed?
Will I withstand the pressure?
Oh God, I just want
You all to myself,
That’s my ultimate wish.
These wicked thoughts, I can
Not hide from you, for I’m no vile fiend
And needing to express my undying
Feelings to you,
And for this, I express these
Words from my heart.
Hoping your answer my call,
And take me in, as yours, forever.
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