Veroticagirl
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Art Climax is my first poem in long while and would love some feedback please. Thanks and be kind, blows a sweet kiss.
This tall dark stranger in the museum,
We look at the same art.
The arousal, the pull, the intrigue.
I could not resist.
My hand started to move along my body.
Caressing my full breasts, feeling the fullness.
The tingles start to prick along my skin.
My hands move lower like I have no say.
He moves behind me taking my hand in his.
Guiding it under my skirt, between my legs.
Feeling the dampness of my panties, we moan.
Sliding our fingers between the fabric to reach the wet tender folds.
Silkiness’ meets our tips, and they circle and circle.
The rhythm seems to build faster as we embrace.
The warm breath on my neck.
The hard cock against my ass.
Our fingers intwined with each other as he brings me close to my climax.
The warm feeling floods my body, I start to shake and buck and thrust into our fingers as the climax burst through me like a tidal wave.
As we look at the same art.
This tall dark stranger in the museum,
We look at the same art.
The arousal, the pull, the intrigue.
I could not resist.
My hand started to move along my body.
Caressing my full breasts, feeling the fullness.
The tingles start to prick along my skin.
My hands move lower like I have no say.
He moves behind me taking my hand in his.
Guiding it under my skirt, between my legs.
Feeling the dampness of my panties, we moan.
Sliding our fingers between the fabric to reach the wet tender folds.
Silkiness’ meets our tips, and they circle and circle.
The rhythm seems to build faster as we embrace.
The warm breath on my neck.
The hard cock against my ass.
Our fingers intwined with each other as he brings me close to my climax.
The warm feeling floods my body, I start to shake and buck and thrust into our fingers as the climax burst through me like a tidal wave.
As we look at the same art.