August Third – Remnants of a Hot Day

Your cock aches
to fit into me.
You hold it in your fist;
make me take it.

I tell you all about
how much I loved it,
all about our last
visit,
all about our last
bit of play,
on your commute into the city.

Hang up;
watch our videos;
lock yourself in your sleeper.
Brace yourself against the door.
Grit your teeth.

Come,
growling my name.

Better there,
lonely without me,
than between her legs,
still calling my name.

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