Make Me

P J Bayliss

Make Me

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A cafe outing,
short skirt with no panties,
Oak table,
With a rose.
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She teases me with her toes,
Seductively rubbing
The tension,
Grows.
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Together we depart,
Hailing a cab,
Caressing,
My trousered length.
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The drivers eyes diverting,
Just out of sight,
I’m almost,
Spent.
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Finally we arrive home,
I open the door,
She grabs,
My tie.
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Passionately she then reaches,
Gasping my hair,
I’m forced,
Between thigh.
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Amidst our lust frenzy,
We then stumble,
Before falling,
Upon the stairs.
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Forcing my hand to comfort,
Beneath her skirt,
Gently,
She unfolds.
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Her delicate lips moistened,
Wrapped around my knuckle,
Before she,
Surrounds my wrist.
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She cries with unbridled passion,
With aching song pleasure,
Vigorously,
Unleashing me.
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Her muffled moans leak,
Resonating deep,
Around my,
Unleashed girth.
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Rolling upon her back,
Shoulders upon the steps,
Her thighs,
Restrict me.
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I plunge my steady length,
Deep within,
Her surging,

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