As gentle as he was with her nips,
He pounded her in the roughest of ways,
Gasping for air she bit her lips,
this night would leave her trembling for days.

Every thrust hit lust to peak,
His breaths were ice, her moans spit fire,
With legs on his shoulder, her pelvis would speak
Approaching climax of desire.

Aah, they came, and so did the day of wedding,
With coy smiles they entered the room
As he stood below with family and friends,
And she above by her groom.

-

The silence broke with suckling of lips,
The hands left each other and explored new skies,
Hers slid over his chest and back,
While his on her waxed smooth thighs.

Years of friendship took new turns,
They fell on the bed with him on top,
Brushing his chest on her supple bosom,
Humping and kissing, none wanting to stop.

Naked bodies sensually entangled
Witnessed by windows, doors and desks,
They saw him move his hips to draw
on the canvas that lay between her legs.

-

"The most awaited day arrives tomorrow"
she whispered as she lay in his arms,
"I feel excited and nervous all at the same time,
Will I look good while reading the wedding Psalm?"

Stroking her hair he whispered back,
"There'll be foods and drinks, dancing the ball,
our families and friends will all look beautiful,
But you'll stand out, most gorgeous of 'em all."

The moon fell, with every tick,
into the calm winter-night's embrace,
The serene room could hear their breaths,
Filling with desires, gathering pace.

-

Her hyperbolic arcs were gripped,
Grappled around her waist in symmetry,
When she bent down for his face to dig
Into her ample bosom tortured by gravity.

With kisses and suckles and licks and bites,
His tongue like an artist's love to draw,
The deeper his face, the harder she'd push,
Only to prove right Newton's third law.

His tongue would slide across her thighs,
Down her butts and up mounds high,
Contouring down her skirt unveiled,
Turning breaths into echoes of gasp and sigh.

Days passed, tests were marked,
Though Chloe frowned,
In his papers she was graded a 'D',
Her performance in her exam was all she was scored upon,
Yet something she was glad to see.

-

Taking off his spectacles dry,
"Okay class, prepare well for the test"
The charming teacher bid good bye,
But Chloe stayed back after all left.

They surveyed around for unneeded eyes,
They couldn't hold back as they did for months,
The college building as empty as it was,
Watched theatre of their lustful stunts.

The empty corridors witnessed the lab,
Where on her table she sat and kissed
Her teacher who was a distant senior,
Who's lips so supple were tough to resist.

With silk black hair and deep brown eyes,
Across the library he'd pass smutty glares,
While today he licked his fingers sly
To turn the pages inside her wears.

-

Flipping me around as I bent over,
He slid down the last cloth from over my skin,
I saw you gaze as his tongue explored and left my soul shivering.

His tenacious fingers from behind,
And fervant breaths on my backbone,
You were the metaphor of my deepest desires,
The reflected manifestation of me in a porn.

The glimpse of my arch as he plunged from behind,
And the image of my dangling breasts and my core,
As I rocked my hips that did passionately grind,
You baffle me if I love watching him, or myself more.

Keeping the comb back on the table, I fantasize about the fateful night,
And watching my naked self in you, I fall deeper in love with the very sight.

-

Raking the comb through my hair, I fantasize about the garms I'll wear,
I question the mirror by my bed to provide me with its judgement fair.

For last night you did stare at us,
When we did burst into the room,
I reminisce his scent and mine mingle,
The newly wed, I, the bride and my groom.

The priest was witness to our vow,
And you were a testimony of our sin,
As lust swirled down through my veins,
So aroused my randiness within.

Sighing and groaning and gasping and moaning,
My bosoms unshackled, now trapped in his mouth,
Our garments undressing, our passions unrolling,
The mirror grew smuttier as he slid south.

-

The meteorite fell for the dinosaurs.

-

Have you ever made love over texts?

I've pulled her close by her waist,
To plunge into her scent and taste,
Using words to take off her dress,
We've made love on her mattress.
I've kissed her sweet and gentle slow,
And let the lunar lights glow
Upon her naked skin.
The supple contours on her body
Never fail to awaken my beasts within.
I've made her moan at the top of her lungs,
She'd pull my head to feel my tongue.
She loves my fingers, I've relished her nips,
I love her arcs when I grab her hips.

But alas, much was missed.
"Only if you were here," was all that we wished.
One laid hard, the other dripped wet,
All it took was keypads and internet.

-

... I didn't budge, but ignoring this was impossible. She rested a leg on the railing that bordered the terrace. Sun went down & so did his fingers. Her moans proved that the shorts were the only coverings of her waist. Of course! I had all her undies to wash! Tees were raised & minion shorts pulled down as she raised her feet up to his shoulders. My stomach churned. The sun set in the west and his face slid down her chest between her thighs as her bare butts rested on my shoulders. With gasps and moans, darkness fell, liberating us from sight. With an abrupt pause of the sinful wind a long gasp filled the air. I felt her hands on my shoulders clenching so tight, that she tremored down my already-shivering body. Soft shoves turned into a wild humping barrage which none of us could control. I, who was already pendulating, reached my limits causing all of us to fall, unhinging my neck & probably breaking something inside me. Picking the clothes, they fled the crime scene, and now I await my check up. Oh here he is!

Landlord- "I'll find out the culprit, but what's the status?"
Mechanic- "The pump got disconnected. No serious issues. After all, it's our strongest washer model, Sir!"

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