I thought about my hand between your legs. I’m behind you. Holding you. I’m caressing you neck with my other arm. You are resting on it. You can feel my hard cock pressing against your pussy as my hand begins to massage back and forth. You’re trying to bend forward to take it within you. But I’m holding you up. “Not until you’ve cum,” I whisper gently in your ear. You can feel your wetness trickling down your inner thigh. You can feel my heart beat faster. You can feel your breath quickening. And right as you cum, you feel it deep inside. You tear up from the surprise. You feel it leave you. Your legs go limp as I lay you down on your side and pick one leg to rest on my hip. You feel it inside again pressing a little harder. Pressing a little more wetness out on to your thighs. You feel it draw back, but not leave, as it returns to where it left you. Quicker this time. You feel my fingers slide down your back as the shivers follow it down your spine. They do not stop as they head downwards until you feel something circling to enter you again. The signal it sends to your brain is gentle but urgent. And the weight of it closes your eyes. You are there again soon, but this time slower. Heavier. Warmer. The sheets beneath you are wet with your cum. You begin to feel a pulsing. Where do you want it?
Author: Up2NoG-d
Topography, An Erotic Poem [MF]
A shadow traverses your landscape.
My fingers will follow that shadow
Until they hover above the hillside of your breast.
Your lips –
Clouds glowing in the dusk .
My lips –
Rain falling from your clouds
Until day breaks to part them all again.
A tremble is felt in your heart
held in the earth below.
My ground responds in earnest.
The feeling will surge through us
As if we’ve been holding our breath
Until we’ve broken the surface.
In-
Out-
In-
Out-
Face to face,
So close you can feel each pulse.
Arms over shoulders,
So close I can feel you expand and contract.
Legs over torso,
So close I can hear you say, ‘almost’.
Your body’s warmth
like a sun
Dissolves my senses.
Synesthesia makes me pensive.
What land of yours
would you have me feel now?
I listen to your ambient hum of your touch.
Taste from the brook of your happiness.
Inhale, deep, the air around each fleeting feeling.