Sex Therapist

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Understanding hands upon my flesh ignite a fire long forgotten
Searing kisses melt my icy heart

Eyes pierce into the darkness that I’ve bathed myself in
Hypnotized by its warm light

Unable to hide from his prying member
He enters my warped place of ecstasy

Long strokes coaxing confessions
Secrets spilling from two sets of lips

Withdraws pulling on my heartstrings
Reconnecting what was severed

Deep plunges open the floodgates
Orgasmically submitting to his staff

His instrument injecting my prescription
Sticky liquid heat fills my brokenness

A soul has been resurrected
Meaningless shards now a beautiful mosaic

He has healed me
My sex therapist

Published 11 years ago

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