Lust

Poem by: Loretta Martin

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A lithe girl a quiet room, the hot steamy night.

When you just can't wait.

On my bed, I lay awake,

The heat intense as I bake

My naked body, beaded sweat,

Satisfaction I can't get.

My heat intensifies inside,

As nipples stiffen lustful pride.

My fingers begin to rub gently,

As I toss and turn intently.

Never losing momentum,

Only gaining intensity.

My flower now begins to open,

And soon my cascade of pleasures.

The thought of that strong grasp,

A kiss from a stubbled mask,

As he moves below to find,

My pulsebeat inside .

My fingertips now fast in motion,

Produce my own love lotion,

And I can't help but cry out,

From the ecstasy no doubt.

I relax as the quaking stops,

But thoughts of lust endure.

Submitted: November 29, 2021

General Erotica masturbation

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Spyguy

Too bad that you’re forced to solve your own condition in this way, though I’m certain that I’d enjoy watching that show, only slightly or so, less than I’d enjoy participating to some degree as an active partner in such a show of ardent fulfillment!!!

Mon, November 29th, 2021 7:08am

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The trials of being temporarily lonely, cum at some cost, but I can assure you, I will pay,
All I have to do is let my fingers do the walking. It might be spuriously masochistic, but watching a big strong man do the same to himself, while I do myself, is a big turn on for me. I like to watch it shoot across the room, that only happens when he's Really excited!!!
Ciao Bella!

Mon, November 29th, 2021 1:06am