Pulses by @katiemagnet athousandhats.Wordpress.com
He fucked me hard against the wall, my nails did take the call, as they clawed the tile and grout making rough there is no doubt.
The pleasure still pulses through as I remember his screaming too.
All for one and one for, all a soul mates chance is pure call.
A guest poem by @heavenly_haven
In a room without a door
No obvious way in
I’ve never seen you
Or touched you
I know not when you’ll return
To my brain
But I know this
To please me
To tease me
To release me