Wetter than Puddles #10

Damn!
Woke and
wetter than puddles,
having felt
the depth
and length of you
leading to
hours of you
hitting it
then to
fold into you
with each death

Damn!

Blame it on
the way you move
those eyes
got me
biting my lip
wanting to
taste you

Blame it on
how you hold me
close
where I can
breathe you in
feel
your heart
and hardness
that beckons

Blame it on
your smooth
moves that have
me down and
under your
maleness
licking
sucking
fucking

Damn!

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