Erotic poetry

[bu****]

I miss your body
every curve etched in my memory,
your pussy pressing into me,
hips locking like a perfect key.

The way we move,
syncing, breathing in rhythm,
a slow, burning dance
that ends in violent heaven of ecstasy

I need to taste you
tongue tracing your hunger,
drinking you in,
moaning from your lips
Pulsing in your hips
I hold on with a tight grip

I need you riding me,
arching, grinding, gasping
my hands on your waist,
my cock deep,
deeper,
grasping

I want that final crash
when we lose to the world,
your nails in my back,
as we shatter
toes curled.

Together, shaking, spilling,
wrapped tight in sweat and sin,
our bodies,
one long note
that never ends,
again and again.

[wo****]

Nah