Poem: Pure Bliss, by Asia The Writer

Dismantle my identity until I am,
bare, as the sheets that envelop my virtuosity
His lips & hands survey my body
Like a lesson he yearns to learn & teach.
Somehow our lips intertwine. Clawing his backside, we straddle;

Torturing my rose pedal, he traces the way;
Tickling my juice box, devouring my saccharine,
Vicky is no longer a secret.
Silk between my toes as I arch my back
Fighting to be liberated, like I am under attack,
Mouth full of my bliss, his handle disappears
Then reappears…on repeat

A cry of liberation,
Strangled, muzzled by this craving,
Matching thrust to thrust, every angle
This is everything!

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