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So needy

So wet

I need them now

Like I needed them then

Just as I want them

Time and time again

A touch so sweet

He spreads me like a treat

A keen and a cry

I whimper as he nestles

in my thighs

Husky moans

And nibbling lips

A tongue teases my clit

So hot

So heavy

So needy

So wet

I have them now

Like I fantasized then

Just as I’ll need them

Time and time again

A touch so sweet

They lift me to the sky

A keen and a cry

I whimper

And then I… fly.

My dick twitches. Hard. I’m man enough to admit that it’s hot as fuck that she’s thinking of multiple people essentially worshipping her. Clearly inspired by what happened today, I don’t feel jealous about it. I’m certain I’m included in the ‘them’. If I wasn’t, she would never have sent this to me.

It’s interesting how each poem she’s sent me has varied in style, darkness, and eroticism. Susu Walston is a mood writer and I love that about her. Knowing that gives me confidence that if I’m ever wondering where she’s at in her head, I can read about it in her most current project.

I realize I haven’t responded, my thoughts wandering away from me, when she sends another text.

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