Clean Stroke

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My determined hands
Seek your heat
As my fingers grip
Your steel hard shaft.

I stroke,
Coaxing you
And making you
Crave more.

Your low growl
Fuels my resolve,
And a slow smile plays
On my lips
As I see your eyes
Darken with lust.

My thumb brushes your
Sensitive tip,
Forcing a bead
Of moisture
To escape.

I lick my lips
In anticipation.

I see it in your eyes
Moments before
I feel the
Eruption
Against my skin.

Your hot cum
Mixes with the soft
And fragrant
Soap suds
Trickling down
My heated flesh.

Your eyes
Lock with mine,
And I see the
Promise of
What’s to come…

This poem is for Lush only. If you see it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

Published 11 years ago

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