A Poetic Confession of Complicated Love Although this is not my first time on this site, it will be my first time posting. By the way I almost tagged this poem first time, I thought that was for first time writers. How stupid of me. I don't like rules so I didn't follow any. As I said, this is my first time posting so please don't jerk me around. But you can jerk off using this poem... He arrives home from work Fuck is what he says first His pants bulge And he kisses me with his hand in my butt But...but. My speech is abruptly cut As he curbs my mouth with his tongue He turns me on, my nipples are hard He removes my skirt We've been doing this for months And I seldom cum Yet I can't resist what's about to come He injects his fingers into my cunt He then put them in his mouth and slowly sucks He throws me on the sack He removes his pants Exposing his cock, wet with pre-cum And yes, I hate that it's large It always makes my cunt hurt after we fuck I remove my panties and bra And he thrusts his giant into my snatch He fucks me rough And twat feels every thrust My tits feel every single touch Hoping he will last long enough Long enough to make me cum Not a chance, he cums too fast. He always cums first And I will always put him first I hate this love. …the next moment changed everything
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Sex, Love, and Heartbreak: A Poetic Confession of a Complicated Relationship
