I wonder if it’s the last time
I feel the subtle change in her skin temperature or breathing.
I wonder if it’s the last time
I’ve been kissed with desire,
really kissed,
the kind that means something.
I wonder if it’s the last time
she held me close after sex
warm skin against warm skin,
neither of us ready to let go.
I wonder if it’s the last time
I’ll go down on her,
face buried between her thighs,
with nails digging into me.
I wonder if it’s the last time
she’ll take me in her mouth
and mean it.
I wonder if it’s the last time
my lips find her nipples,
or her fingers squeeze my balls
just hard enough,
I wonder if it’s the last time
my hands are full of her breasts
while she arches into me.
I wonder if it’s the last time
she came in my mouth,
or I came on her chest,
breathless and close
and almost happy.
I wonder if it’s the last time
I took her from behind
just so I wouldn’t have to see her face
because her smile destroys me
and I couldn’t bear it,
not if it was the last time.
I wonder if it’s the last time
I’ll get hard just thinking of her.
I just wonder
if she’s given up on me.
I wonder if you realize what a great erotica poet you are, Peter? xx
I don’t but thank you
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Passionately penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian…..it’s a tough gig when sexual appetites get out of sync.
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Aww I hope it is not the last time. It’s a terrible feeling.
So do I…..desire is a life force for some but not everyone.
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