Thrall of Midnight
Title: Thrall of Midnight
Author: Nakimochiku
Warnings: not WorkSafe, very explicit.
Note: It's a poem
left alone in the deep thrall of midnight, i wonder
i remember your words.
they give me something for now.
i remember the husk of your voice.
i can feel it as you whisper along my skin.
i can taste you as you kiss me,
i've never been able to find out what you taste like.
you're teasing me as i lift my belly,
tell me i have to scream out how much i like it.
i like it,
i like it!
just a little more of that, oh please.
but you know me, my love.
i say things with no words.
so instead you lift my belly,
tell you to kiss me there,
feel the tickle of your stubble and smile.
i feel you hands boldly wander my flesh, in between secret places.
but don't touch me there, oh please!
i can only take so much,
or you'll make me cum again!
but you laugh at me, curl your fingers and -- yes, that's nice.
in the deep thrall of midnight, i feel it.
extascy crawls up my legs and rocks me so hard i scream.
for once.
feels good feels good! again again, do that to me.
lift my belly, beg for a kiss, giggle as you push me back down.
and don't use your mouth there!
i can only take so much, you'll make me cum again.
and again and again, it's so warm and hot.
but do i taste delicious for you? do you like it between my legs?
and oh it's cold, didn't you close the windows?
you laugh at me and tell me you'll keep me warm.
than make me warmer, warmer, make me cum again.
and again and again and again because it's more than i can take.
don't hold my arms i want to touch you.
i remember the smell of you. it was hot, spicy.
i could taste sunshine everytime i hugged you. it surrounded me.
now your scent gets me high.
i pull your hair, bury my face in your neck, take a deep breath.
i remember your words. you commanded me, i wouldn't listen.
gently, you pried me apart, forced me to show you, slowly tasted every secret.
roughly, you held me down.
but i'd lift my belly, and let out a little of your name.
in the thrall of midnight, i can't sleep.
your head is against my bosom,
your stubble tickles my skin.
your body on mine makes my breath hitch.
your breath on my skin raises goosebump.
your scent makes me shiver and ache with lust.
deep in the thrall of midnight, i want to wake you up.
so i can lift my belly to your lips,
and you'll push me back down again.
owari