Her Paramour

Her Paramour

A Poem by Dark Tower

It thrills me to know that I'll sleep with you tonight
I can feel myself physically responding to the excitement
Only the sweet taste of your lips can make such a wrong feel so right
You're still talking to him, its okay, I seldom mind it
He knows how to bury your happiness
But when I am inside you, I know exactly where to find it

I can see you shaking as he blabs 'I love you' again
Trying your best not to acknowledge me
While your body begs for the pretence to end
He can't see me
The camera is focused on you
So he cannot notice me tugging gently or that the blankets start to move
I start by the ankles and kiss ever so gently
The sweet aroma of your passion is so tempting
But gentle licks and soft pecks
Create a beautiful journey going up your legs

I'm kissing and nibbling the soft flesh of your thigh
While you struggle to keep the eagerness out of your eyes
Until eventually his monologue runs out of power
You put down the phone
Lay back and are devoured


© 2020 Dark Tower

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Added on July 13, 2020
Last Updated on July 13, 2020


Dark Tower
Dark Tower

Durban, South Africa