Fuck me til I… [mf][poetic]

*Amid a din of voices, quiet two;
Such unenthralling revelry around,
A field of plastic cups, its path askew,
Yet roving eyes are destined to be found.*

^HIM: Quiescent is the room when she is near,
A quiet void to steal my breath away,
Her smile like the new dawn’s volunteer
Arising now with light to make the day.

^HER: What shelter would I covet in his arms?
Would he but be an architect of fate;
His grin, a sharpened instrument, yet charms
A softness in my core bereft of weight;

^HER: Come hither, you, and etch me with that grin.

^HIM: I’d bathe in sun to burn upon your skin.

**Hey…**

*A colloquy of silent words they share,
Flirtation in a parting glance, returned,
The gyre of her finger through her hair,
Emboldened, he, with hesitance adjourned.*

^HIM: A name? I’d have it sewn into my mind
With raw and violent hands to keep it bound;
A jest, I make to know her unconfined,
Her laugh—I’d barter music for the sound.

^HER: I’d kneel upon the gravel in his voice
And feel his presence dig into my bones,
I’d swallow him and drain him of the choice
To fill my breath with anything but moans;

^HER: Come closer, you, or feel me as we dance.

^HIM: I slipped into your rhythm at a glance.

**Cool…**

^HER: “C’mon, this song’s a long one and I’m on one. Thank the liquor.”

^HIM: “Thank you, liquor,” thinking ‘lick her,’ but the vibe’s alive, why bicker? And the liquid in her stride is like a sample of Neruda, an example of a handful of—damn—could she be cuter?

^HER: Wanna feel him, break a sweat and forget we aren’t nude, a defect I could eschew, but his step is fucking lewd, the way he moves like he could slip into the rhythm of grind just to find the squeeze I’d give him with a tremor through my spine. It’s fucking hot.

Oh shit I forgot—we’re kinda dressed, but the thought of his caress, of his tongue over my breasts, of his cum in me, I’m breathless, broke my sweat, I’m getting wet, and now my pussy’s feeling restless.

^HIM: Feeling reckless, but the heat of her feels almost infectious, her hips are like the bite of a lip, the way it vexes, undirected recollections of prophetical affections have me guessing at the way she would flex if we were effing.

*Effing*? Huh…

Effing hell, the swell in my pants has got me saving every eff that I would give her misbehaving little quiver. Quite cupidic, is the way that she splays her pretty thighs, and the shiver in her sighs as she slides and plies my size; my mind’s a riot, so I try it:

“You wanna shake all the eyes and find some quiet?”

^HER: “Yes, please.”

^HIM: And then she seizes me, retreating to an easy open door and then she teases me—a squeeze—my body’s begging her for more.

**More…**

^HER:
Humid summer breath, needful lips, poet’s tongue,
Paint your lustful picture down my neck,
Crave me as I crave you,
Hunger for my unseen skin,
Those parts of me that draw your savage eye
And make me blush;
Free me from my vain and pretty clothes,
See my thong as prudish lace,
Dress me like an heiress to this bed
With lacquered thighs and beads of crystal sweat.

^HIM:
I would awaken aches that dig your marrow wanton,
Slick and glistening, fated flesh,
A canvas, you, for all my filthy little words:
You goddess, slut, your dripping cunt,
All whispered secrets, worn with heat,
I’d dress my fingers in your labia,
So pretty, velvet glass;
A beckon feels like I’m a part of you,
A writhing little gasp.

^HER:
O gallant you to tempt with pleasured flesh
An unmade maiden fair as I,
I ask you blushing, won’t you—FUCK ME TIL I DIE!
Just fuck me murderous, then grind until we’re gone,
Some sweet oblivion,
An edge to ride in tension,
Taut as bowstrings pulled so warmly by your strokes;
Now, fuck my pussy, fuck my asshole, fuck my mouth,
And fuck my soul if you can find a hole
That needs you deep inside,
Just fuck me like I’m an addiction,
One with only one proscription:
Don’t you stop! (And won’t you) FUCK ME TIL I…I…I—

**Come…**

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ysvpeb/fuck_me_til_i_mfpoetic