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11 minutes

I adore your existence…

I whispered in his ear

The smell of his cologne invaded my personal space on the train platform

11 minutes is all I had to see him this day

Us in transit between jobs

My lips craved him as he got off the train

His eyes big and brown but tired

Life has worn on him in the worst way today

I kissed his cheeks and forehead

Are you okay?

He shook his head yes but I knew that pain

11 minutes was all I had to fill his heart with my love for that day

Tongue slipping in and out of his mouth

My lips on his neck

Teeth on his ear lobe

Hugging him tightly to feel my embrace

I can’t take away the pain but maybe I can numb it for those few moments love

The hard work

The sacrifice

The people who didn’t appreciate his heart

I can hear the train coming I whispered

One last kiss goodbye

I’ll see you tomorrow when our schedules allow our paths to cross once more

I adore your existence I whisper in his ear

And just like that it was over

His cologne still on my dress

Me hoping the scent of him is embedded into my skin

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If the sheets could talk

If the sheet could talk

They would speak of the multiple orgasms that were made here

Somewhere between maturbatory admission and climaxes we found utopia

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the way our bodies entwined each other for hours on end

How there isn’t an inch of skin on your body that I have licked, sucked or kissed

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the multiple languages I’ve learned when my fountain is being drank from

Water over flowing everywhere

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the multiple times you begged me to stop and I would continue on inch by inch

Of us covered in perspiration of climaxes and us sticking to each other’s skin

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of how you always took your time

Always eager to please but never in a rush

Walls then coated in my screams of your name backwards and forwards

Of me running from the pounding that is sure to have me beating my high score

Of fantasies fulfilled

Our bodies at peace with the work we’ve done

Until the next time our flesh calls out for each other and lust is to much to bare

If the sheets could talk……