Pushing.
A heavy pressure
I’ve grown accustomed to
this weight pressing
into my stomach
Heavy breathing
comes with his
excursion.
Suffocating
heat on my neck,
my brow
In a few minutes
he will look down
puckered brow
he will withdraw
Pushing.
A heavy pressure
I’ve grown accustomed to
this weight pressing
into my stomach
Heavy breathing
comes with his
excursion.
Suffocating
heat on my neck,
my brow
In a few minutes
he will look down
puckered brow
he will withdraw
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