Contributor: Stacy Maddox
- -
I savor the way your thick seed
Runs quickly down my quivering thighs
As I stand to put on slowly, unhurried
My bikini bottom and suntan lotion
I take my own time with looks
Under hooded, satisfied green eyes
I haven't a care in the world
As you watch me flip streaked hair
You wander off to the kitchen
As I gather the towels and radio
Winding the dial up to the station
To music I'm in the mood for today
I close the sliding glass door
And make a path straight to you
Pinning you against the sink
Suggesting I want your sex again
Rubbing my hands, seeking you out
Sliding my sensitive, white breasts
Over the silver hoop that hangs
Through your small left nipple
Nibbling your ear, I feel you suck
Your breath in swiftly, almost startled
You're hard again, to my delight
I smile a secret smile to myself
Whispering words of lovers
I ask do you know
How good it really feels
To have your cum in my panties
Looking like a Cheshire Cat
I walk slowly back to the deck
Knowing that you will follow me out
And take me to this place again.
- - -
Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. Stacy has been published in Shades Of Expression by Gerl Publishing, The Medulla Project, Daily Love, Emerge Literary Journal, Three Line Poetry and Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review. She has been passionate about poetry, photography, music, quotes and stories for over 30 years.
Read more »
- -
I savor the way your thick seed
Runs quickly down my quivering thighs
As I stand to put on slowly, unhurried
My bikini bottom and suntan lotion
I take my own time with looks
Under hooded, satisfied green eyes
I haven't a care in the world
As you watch me flip streaked hair
You wander off to the kitchen
As I gather the towels and radio
Winding the dial up to the station
To music I'm in the mood for today
I close the sliding glass door
And make a path straight to you
Pinning you against the sink
Suggesting I want your sex again
Rubbing my hands, seeking you out
Sliding my sensitive, white breasts
Over the silver hoop that hangs
Through your small left nipple
Nibbling your ear, I feel you suck
Your breath in swiftly, almost startled
You're hard again, to my delight
I smile a secret smile to myself
Whispering words of lovers
I ask do you know
How good it really feels
To have your cum in my panties
Looking like a Cheshire Cat
I walk slowly back to the deck
Knowing that you will follow me out
And take me to this place again.
- - -
Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. Stacy has been published in Shades Of Expression by Gerl Publishing, The Medulla Project, Daily Love, Emerge Literary Journal, Three Line Poetry and Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review. She has been passionate about poetry, photography, music, quotes and stories for over 30 years.
1 comment
Author:
Stacy Maddox
