
Shalini1894 [CC BY-SA 4.0], via Wikimedia Commons
Hand in hand
You make me feel secure.
When your fingers squeeze mine
My heart skips a beat
And I am happy.
Shalini1894 [CC BY-SA 4.0], via Wikimedia Commons
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You throw me to the bed and
fuck me,
Gently at first and then
harder,
faster.
Your cock pounding
into me.
As our bodies grind together,
My clit throbs
And I push my hips into you.
My nails dig into your flesh,
Drawing parallel lines that run up your back,
Welting slowly,
Burning red like my desire
as I come in your arms.
Cleveland, Ohio: W.J. Morgan & Co. Lith. edited by user:mbz1 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
You might think that my fears are centered around bugs or spiders,
Or maybe dogs, or the outdoors, or even big dividers,
Or certain numbers, or the dark, or maybe even snakes,
(And certainly that last one gives me shivers and the shakes).
But what I truly fear is dying way before my time,
And leaving you alone, bereft, and edging past your prime.
It’s selfish but I’d rather not have you go before me,
For life would be unbearable, and too much agony
I want you with me always, and I want to share our life,
Our happiness and sorrow, and our harmony and strife.
For our trials make us stronger and each other we complete,
And I will love you always, with a love that’s pure and sweet.
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