At the end of the day (erotic poetry for adults)

She wears a blouse and pencil skirt

Gets home late from work,

Alone, nobody is there for her

It’s not what she deserves.

She sits in her armchair

Silently she sits and stares,

Imagined, someone is there

And let’s loose all her cares,

Undoes her blouse and pulls up her skirt

Parts her legs and gets to work,

Touching, rubbing, it feels so good

Getting right in to the mood,

Caressing her breasts through her bra

She dreams that someone else is watching.

Moist now she slips her underwear down

Murmuring she makes sensual sounds,

She now exposes her breasts

Heaving, breathing searching for the best,

Parts to touch and stimulate

Her hips now grind and gyrate,

Fingers working over and in

Working hard she is now peaking,

Moaning louder and fast breathing,

She feels her juices flowing

Her face now flushed her body aching,

Arching, twisting, legs are shaking,

Faster, harder, deeper she works

Feeling like her heart may burst,

She so close now she goes beserk

Climaxing and not really alert,

She feels tingling throughout her nerves,

She writhes as she shudders her shapely body with its curves,

Now just perspires from what it’s been served,

Before she realises her room mate had walked in,

And she was now wearing and mischievous lustful grin,

She walks over looks at her red faced flushed friend,

And said shall we begin again

Except this time with me now here hopefully joing in,

And so she experienced a happy ending

They noise they made was close to deafening.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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