𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐤

1. To Thee Who Mingled

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Some says,
Man doesn't have enough to traverse if opposed to women.
But if it was so, then I wouldn't have so much craving for him —
Inebriate taste of his lips and pious semen,
That breaks my delirium elation caused by him.

I'm all his, silently I surrender-
And that's where he knew I'm falling for our coitus
For we are well aware of our desperate gender,
And I explode as his trained tongue reaches my introitus.

Lust and Ecstasy at its finest-
As he reach up from my limbs to my chest.
His fine and experienced fingers cupping my breasts
No still I can stand as I'm numb from my waist.

I fell onto my knees, by the next minute he was in my mouth,
And a total cold shiver ran down through my spine to the south-
When I taste him, tease him,  show him all my lust for him—
He forbid me as his arousing moan was full of vim.

We then stand facing each other
Feeling his sweat scent and growing erection.
He initiates undressing the covers of mine rather,
Slowly he undone all of his and checks for my objection;
But I stand still just as a fine naked sight-
Waiting for the break of virginity this night.

He picked me up and placed me on the bed,
Crawled o'er me with his weight -
Teased me, licked me, circling around my quim,
The pleasure made me moaned a hymn.

He crept onto me grabbing my face to his one hand dominating on my lips-
Resting his other hand on my right breast
But deflects me by his phallus onto my waist.
Far apart started the initial thrusting and moaning-
That's where our Souls Mingled.

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A/N

This poetry is actually dedicated to someone for whom I desire. To the one with whom I shall mingle.
My thoughts ran wild while I was writing this poetry.
Or you might say, my thoughts ran so wild that I was bound to write it up.