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She Drew Me In
- a poem -
by Sean Devon
sean9696@aol.com
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I awoke to music, talk and laughter
Fuzzy toward the toilet and relief
My parent's late party smoldered on below
Old friends, new gossip, old jokes
Returning now, our guest room door ajar
What's there...peeking...who's there?
By night light and moon, soft blonde curls abed
But who...Mrs. Taylor...Ann...a beauty
My favorite parent's friend...warm...funny...and more
When she asked, she seemed to want to know
Her sleeping drew me closer...and excited
On the chair her clothes...a sparkling gown
Lace brassiere...and, mmm...her perfume
Dark stockings and high-heeled shoes...red
I lift a shoe and smell her...mixed with leather
It is still warm, it rubs my face
There...underneath...some dark lace
Hoping...carefully pulling...oh, yes it is!
My heart beats as I turn this garment right
I lightly touch the silk and cotton center band
Still moist...so recent at her core, I shiver
This perfume more powered than her spray
Her pungent musk so drew me close
My knees weak, I rubbed it with my face
Awake below in my PJs, I rubbed there too
On that cloth, a small drop of mine mixed with hers
A quiet moan started me!...but Ann still slept
I watched the sheet's soft rise and fall
Touch? Could I touch her? She drew me in
Closer...her breathing...fluttering lashes
My hand shaking...but proceeding
Like a butterfly I landed on a hill
Her breathing pushed my fingertips
I looked her face for signs, then landed more
Under cotton she gave way beneath my touch
So soft, I danced across this mound
See? Could I see these? She drew me in
I eased the sheet so slow across her
Almost done...she moved...and made a sound
I froze...then...all calm, pulled again...and then
Marvelous proud puddings stood in the night
I know now, the sheet had done its work
Like little berries atop dessert, they stood
Between my fingers they were soft...but firm
Rolling...she gently twists and moans soft
Squeezing...she sucks a breath...and rises up
Brazen now, I pull each up to teepees
My Ann makes her lips to whistle
But only sucks a breath...and moans light
I suck one in...and tongue.
But now she serious moans ...and rolls!
Quick, I jump! She rolls...and back
She's again same, but soft legs apart
Can I see more? She draws me in.
I slide the sheet down her tummy...rise and fall
Her hips flair wide...and, oh...soft hair
I make through her silky tuft...and again
A closer look between...thick lips...and warm musk
In these lips, two more...and wet...and, oh!
So soft! Oh, like liquid silk...mmmm
She sweet moans...and moves...against
I slide in...and more...and deep
So soft...and out...then deep again
She hums low now and rolls her hips
Another? Can I use another? She draws me in
My second finger rubs a little nub...she jumps
I rub again...and she again...and moans
I squeeze my new friend and her lip bites
Taste? Can I taste her? She draws me in
Up my finger full with juice and
Taste her toxic lust and...need more
Sheet away. Careful as a panther now,
I crawl 'tween milky thighs
My Ann, sleeping still, lifts a leg...slowly
I move very in...in close
Her thick vapors make me swoon
I gently tongue a lip...and hear a moan
Deeper now...and there's my friend
So hard and soft...I feel Ann quake
I flick again...and now she moves...
To give me more...and more
I cup soft cheeks of this warm chalice
And lift it, more to drink...and deep
Tasting lust, I go for more...and more
Her molten lips caress my face
And soft hairs tease my nose
Sleepy fingers in my hair. Oh,
She's now a ship on rising waves
Each roll portends a storm
I can't be in her far enough
Nor drink her nectar dry
I am now deaf!...in velvet vise!
Sweet Ann's is turned to iron!
My hair is coming out by roots
My breath's no longer mine
I struggle to escape, but love just where I am
My gasps are buried deep in her
And hers I cannot hear
As stars appear, my root expels...
Its warm and sticky seed, and now...
Just in time, I am at both ends released!
I gasped and breathed a ragged tune
Sweet Ann, she sang the same
I held her tight and one last time
Did wash in her sweet broth
Then, tenderly, away
Breakfast already on below
Bacon scent and voices came
I heard her voice...warm...luxurious
Hands over my face...she was still there
Wanting to go...and not, I dressed
"Sean, be a dear and take the trash."
"Yes, Mom." Then, I dared to look
She smiled at me, "Morning, Sean"
Nervous, "Morning, Ms. Taylor."
I grabbed the trash and fled
I did the trash, and through a window
"Ann, how do you do it? You look...well..."
"What, Marian?" "Well...almost radiant!"
"Well, thanks! I did turn in early, you know."
"Well, that must have been it" "Oh, it was Marian. It was!"
I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years
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She Drew Me In
- a poem -
by Sean Devon
-30-
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