Good Things "Cum in 3s" (A poem of "self" discovery)

Focused on piercing eyes, light hazel abyss

I reached down earnestly past orbiting hips

Fingers parting engorged velvety lips

To find within a now aching, sensitive tip.

 

Writhing, squirming

Unprepared and panicked

Intensity unparalleled

Myself, I know not what to do with.

 

Tears, laughter

All consuming heat and fleeting chills

Dreams are becoming reality

And it can happen at will!?

 

Bewildered, amused

All things with me are well?

To try again and again

I felt compelled.

 

So many discoveries

Made under that gaze

I can't seem to help myself

I am undeniably amazed.

 

 

( PSYCHOBABBLING)

pleasureself loveSelf-discoverywonderment

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