Shut Your Pretty Mouth

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

Broad-shouldered god,
With the rounded muscles that hold up worlds of desires;
You, with your powerful arms,
Thighs of unmerciful, relentless pressure
And hands of firm, grasping, sensuous grace;
You make me writhe in ecstasy.

Just a flash of your gaze
From those deep, limpid pools
Makes me wet from within and
Slides my essence
Down through my lips and legs
To scent the air with all that you call forth.

I ache for the crush of your muscle-rippled torso,
The pounding of your slim, golden hips
That thrust your cock deep inside
My slick, yearning hole,
Filling me to the brim with your
Long length and wide, stretching, relentless girth.

Hold me down and
Fuck me senseless,
Man above celestial beings.
Bite and suck every screaming inch
Of this gasping, writhing body
That you’ve pushed into joy
And lost within the realms of lust
With just a glance and
A few feathering touches.

Fuck me into Heaven as
I stare into the depths of your eyes,
And shut your pretty mouth,
So that your poisonous words
Can’t turn this dream into a nightmare.
It’s enough for me just to
Feel you fuck my body.

I don’t want you to fuck my heart as well.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.