Inside my head

Mark Davis Author / Poet

In my head
Wish were real
Meet each thrust
With my hips
His name escapes
From my lips
Thrusting in
My toy I drive
Him in me
Feel so alive
Other hand
Nipple grips
His teeth and mouth
Gripping tips
Building up
Harder thrust
Panting breath
Feel I will bust
Screams at release
Comes in rush
New sheets spoilt
As I gush
Blissful smile
Him to blame
Knows that he
Will wake the same
In his mind
I’ll be there
Providing
Tender loving careimage

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