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Teasing
my head in His lap
i turn to face Him
Nipping playfully at Him.
Grabbing at my hair
He thrusts His hips
Towards my mouth
Without words
His body saying
He wants more
i nip and bite
Applying more pressure
Carefully with my teeth
He moans out
As i continue to tease
Nipping, biting, and kissing
His hand entwined
In my hair pulling yet
He forces more pressure.
Mixed effects: the poem is powerful until the last stanza, and then that stanza utterly collapses the poem.
J-Called