I love fucking you on my knees
Stomach pressed against my back
Your breath in my ear
Teeth biting my neck
Growling primal needs
I'm always more vocal on my knees
Screaming your name...and fuck harder
Images of passions released
Of fur and fire pulled from ancient texts
Before sex was turned into missionary fairytales
When fucking was sacred to the Gods
Seeing myself as Bast
And you my mighty Horus
My knees haven't been sore for far too long
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2 comments:
I love this poem. First, it is very erotic. And, if I may say so, very arousing too.
Then your line about "before sex" is wonderful and very true.
And that last line is a really cool.A prefect ending.
Wow, what a great comment...Thank you so much..I am so pleased that you liked the post...
Glad you liked that line...it is one of my favorites
Gustavia
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