雨滴: Tryst


Featuring another poem for the chronicles, I have a lot of internet help when it comes to rhyming just letting you all know…

She was home, but she had to leave
Her patron had one more thing up his sleeve
While she was in the bathroom
He crept up behind her to inhale her perfume
The glint in his eyes said it all
As she was pushed against the tile wall
“I missed you, give into my chase”
It was random for her and in an odd place

But for her patron she willingly submitted
Their lips clashed and her skirt was lifted
Non stop cries and pleads for more
They found themselves upon the floor
Giving into their animalistic desire
And she was such a beautiful crier
He relentlessly thrusted and she let out a purr
Her head tilted back as she moaned “More please sir!”

And this is what we call a quickie
Passionate, rough and very sticky

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