Good sex

IN and out and in and out, pounding,
Against something firm it feels so good,
To sweat and grab at any grip with
Eyes closed to conjure your own version

IN and out and in and out and I am
Fixing a drink while two females
Wallow and a man sits alone, limp
Watching the both. I am a bit heavy

On the vodka, cutting thick slices of
Lime as they clutch and lick at each
Other greedily, a wrestling match of sorts.
The man never grows hard, nor moves. He could

Be smoking a cigarette, drawing in,
Exhale out, as I taste the cold quinine, but
Vodka overtakes it quickly and I am already
Hard, looking at my mind as I explode.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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