Smothered in Bliss
She struts, she grins, she takes her place,
A throne of flesh—my eager face.
No time to beg, no space for air,
She settles in—I disappear.
A wiggle, a grind, a teasing sigh,
My muffled moans, my desperate cry!
She shushes me, she takes her time,
This seat is hers—not mine, not mine!
I twitch, I gasp, I try to plead,
But mercy’s not a thing she needs.
She grips my hair, she holds me tight,
And rides my lips all through the night.
Her pleasure builds, she won’t relent,
Her pace is set, her will—cement!
At last, she sighs, she lifts, she beams,
And leaves me dazed in drenched dreams.
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