You feel like the dead
When I jump your bones
Rather than cuddly
They’re like sticks and stones.
Your hip bones and ribs
Rub so hard against me
But I’m not made of glass
That can break easily.
So I push really hard
When I’m inside of you
As I move in and out
Your orgasm proves true.
When our love making ends
I may be black and blue
But it’s ok with me
‘Cuz I’m in love with you.
©ronvdm777
Aug 2020
©ronvdm777
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