Tongue stud

"A poem about my wonderful tongue piercing"

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You lay down on the bed, happy, content.

I sigh and smile, run my hand up your leg.

Your body radiates a natural drug,

Don’t let me stop, I want you to beg

*

Clothes messed up, crumpled, torn.

My innocent smile, replaced by a frown.

Feeling your eyes wide all over me,

I lay my head, bury it down.

*

Your cock is hard, ready and waiting.

Eyes wide open, shot with anticipation.

My delicate hands take a firm grip.

My tongue quivers, purpose hesitation.

*

The silver stud, so hard, so new.

Flicks at the tip, a welcome addition.

Deeply buried in my willing throat.

Your orgasm, is my ambition.

*

I feel you twitch, so close, so near.

My stud works your shaft, firm and fast.

Your delicious load fills my mouth.

I savour the moment, to last, and last.

Published 13 years ago

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