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Do To You
by Quinlan L GibsonMy god.
What was that?
What the hell got into me?
You?
What did you do to me?
I couldnt move,
yet couldnt stop squirming.
It was like an enslavement.
More like a trance
I slipped in
Give me.
Make me, do that.
I wanted more, more, more.
Again and again
I asked for it
(I even said please,)
and you gave it to me,
better than prior.
Controlled by the hips.
Your name burst from my lips
I just writhed
turn, and twist,
switch back, now put this
leg here.
Lets watch in the mirror
Turn this on.
Play with this.
Play with you.
Play with me.
I thought
I was going to
explode...
then I did,
and again, and again, and again.
But you asked me.
What did I do to you?
12/07/2003
Posted on 12/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/08/03 at 02:01 AM i love y ESP. nice. mmm.. bondage. eggcerrente. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/08/03 at 02:02 AM love my esp. hate my ability to spell. ;) |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 12/08/03 at 11:01 PM Good expression of a feeling that is hard to express with words. Oh, I know those physical feeling you depicted here so well. yeah baby, yeah! |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 12/09/03 at 03:49 PM this is definetly way hot..I had to read it with oven mits. Lol |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 12/13/03 at 12:47 AM Seems the temperature got a little warm in here! WOW! |
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