Doing him...

Naked, skinny, sticky me on top of his white chocolate skin

I lied and said I will be quick.  I said I will not be going in.

But I found myself deep inside him.

Intending to draw where he stands, I locked my eyes in his.

His lips found a way to mine.

Maybe he bit me, I don’t recall.

While he moaned, I felt his hands searching my body. I growled.

We wanted something. We were about to share.

Scars on my back grew, a sign that he receives my gift.

He cried in ecstasy.

I held close his diminutive round bun, preventing resistance from his part.

He pushed. I thrust. He screamed. I went harder.

It’s coming, he said.

Then receive me, I whispered

My pace picked up while my fore-waist fought his manly hands.

I am not hurting him. I love him.

I felt he was hungry. I had to feed him.

I released my whole inside him

Baby, I love you. Baby, I love you.

At least, I am showed him.

I thrust even harder, going even faster.

I am not myself, I am his.  

My part wholly inside him, his body went rigid.

He was still breathing. So, he was alive.

Like ice, he melted and I died on top of him.

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