Watching

My words and your thoughts

Leading towards the precipice

Unable to flee the flames of the past

Licking at my thighs

You tell me what I do to you

Thrusting together once more

Closer to the edge

I watch

You punish me for bringing you to this place

I hear your gasps as you topple over

Leaving me behind once again.

London Andrews 

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The most intimate of friends

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“Grey Lines with Black Blue & Yellow” Georgia O’Keeffe 1923

It was a relaxed arrangement. For weeks before we chatted at length on-line and then on the phone, and we both wanted to explore further without pressure of partners being involved, or it just being a drunken fumble as previous experiences had been. We became friends with a common interest.

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Morning rush

I wake slowly to the warm rumble against my skin

Vibrating silicone excites surgical steel and velvet nipples

Travelling south, tantalising, soft curves tremble

Gently parting, nudging towards sweet release

Pinned down whilst bursting free

Rush to wash, dress, make a dash

Flushed red cheeks in the cold morning air sting, giving away my wakeup call.

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