DJ

his tongue drops brandy on my lips
heart pulses
hard, hot, steel rod
in my hand

trace fingers over silken chest
sweat trickles, salty sweet
migrate to manhood
thirst, hunger, greed… or need

panting, groaning
twin bed creaking
pain and heat,
friction so sweet

legs a vice around him
pulling him deeper, harder
tempo, crescendo
white lava spurts

he growls and thrusts
pain and need fulfilled
with lust

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