riding you
I climbed your lap,
waved hair
like it was red flags
and you were
the start –
buttons strained
as I settle
my thighs
around your hips
riding across
sunsets with denim
grinding
against clit
against you –
flush faced crossing
finish lines
waiting
for the next lap
without cloth
friction
*moans* My second-favorite position.
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I’ve never read poetry about sex before. The thing with poetry – and I never read poetry apart from what you have written recently, is that I read it a number of times, trying to get the meaning – which I’m not very good at. Thanks for wishing me all the best with what I’m after. I look forward to more of your poetry – and what does LMOA stand for lol
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It varies. Against a wall, or with my partner sitting on the edge of a desk or table, leaning back… Then again, variety is the spice of life, no?
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