Wrong
I remember the soft feel
of his facial hair
brushing past my cheek
& his low voice whispering
naughty things
against my ear
I remember his eager
hands pulling at
my clothes
& his clumsy
tongue in
my mouth
I remember his legs
quivering as I held on
to his big dick
& the day he said
this was wrong,
for both of us
2 comments:
Thanks for this spicy piece - keep um coming Richard!!!
Holy Crap Dick!
Awesome poem, but do guys really write this good?
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