Here’s my version of the “I Am From” poem genre. If you’ve never read one, just Google it. You might find some enjoyment out of writing your own. Subscribe to a paid membership to see the many nudes hidden between the lines of this poem ?.
Near the entrance to the bathrooms, Ashe noticed a tall, muscular security guard standing near an exit, strong arms resting across a jacked chest. She looked him up and down, drinking in every inch of him, feeling her pussy signal to her “Oh yes, he’ll most definitely get the job done and more!”
Do you like the way these devil red heels make these long slender legs look? I bet you’re just sitting over there waiting for me to lean over, so you can see how they shape my ass.
“Can she touch you?” He asks us, and we consent. She writhes her body closer. We touch her as he fucks her, and she caresses me. He watches me, and reaches a hand. I touch his chest, and we lock eyes. His wife cums hard while he fucks her.
Then, as my finger massaged inside of you, I’d let myself free to enjoy you. I’d lick you, suck your lips, circle your clit. I’d pay attention to your reactions till I figured out exactly what you liked, and I’d make sure to keep doing that.
The slipperiness of soap
Delights my hands
As they slide lustfully
Across
the glistening surface
Of my naked body
I came to you in a dream, on the banks of a deep river, that river where my body longs to float naked in swirling currents. I drifted to your consciousness on a wisp of lust, wanting you, knowing that you want me, that wanting me is a sensation that each day buries itself deeper into your thoughts.
I’m so fucking horny right now, and all I can think about is your gods dammed perfect fucking cock.
