beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Borrowed Friction

Let me borrow you

Awhile

Grind yourself against me

Wrestling but I overpower

You and laugh as you

Kick beneath me

Let’s make static

Together, you and I

Until you glisten

And glide underneath me

Opening you slow

Deep, legs raised

As I claim and fill you

A blissful ache on

My face

Give me your friction

I want it all

 

 

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