Make Me

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A cafe outing,
short skirt with no panties,
Oak table,
With a rose.
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She teases me with her toes,
Seductively rubbing
The tension,
Grows.
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Together we depart,
Hailing a cab,
Caressing,
My trousered length.
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The drivers eyes diverting,
Just out of sight,
I’m almost,
Spent.
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Finally we arrive home,
I open the door,
She grabs,
My tie.
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Passionately she then reaches,
Gasping my hair,
I’m forced,
Between thigh.
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Amidst our lust frenzy,
We then stumble,
Before falling,
Upon the stairs.
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Forcing my hand to comfort,
Beneath her skirt,
Gently,
She unfolds.
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Her delicate lips moistened,
Wrapped around my knuckle,
Before she,
Surrounds my wrist.
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She cries with unbridled passion,
With aching song pleasure,
Vigorously,
Unleashing me.
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Her muffled moans leak,
Resonating deep,
Around my,
Unleashed girth.
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Rolling upon her back,
Shoulders upon the steps,
Her thighs,
Restrict me.
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I plunge my steady length,
Deep within,
Her surging,
Bliss.
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My hips bear down,
Her grasp tightens,
Her moans,
Silently trickle.
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Bonded within her,
My erection throbbing,
I pry,
We climb.
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Step by step we rise,
Fucking her hard,
Scaling,
The stairs upward.
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Her poor aching buttocks,
Spanked by every step,
Bruised and battered,
Red.
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At the summit of the stair,
Fingers entangled in my hair,
We rise,
Bonded together.
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I whip off my leather belt,
Together with my tie,
I bind her,
To open thigh.
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Ankles bound to each,
Stairwell rail,
She’s breeched,
Suspended.
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I watch her struggle,
To compose herself,
Positioning,
Only for me.
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Slowly I enter her,
Again,
And again,
And again.
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Exhaustion never betrays,
Her body holds firm,
As I plunge,
Into her fiery depth.
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My vantage point,
Her polished mound,
I press,
A finger into her.
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Vigorously plunging,
Tenaciously rubbing,
Trembling upon the wake,
Of her own waves.
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As she gushes,
Again,
And again,
And again.
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Completely broken,
I unbind her,
She collapses,
Into my arms.
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Resting upon breath,
She snuggles into me,
Trembling,
With after shocks.
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Like a feather I carry her,
To rest upon our bed?
No.
To make love once again.

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(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss

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