Four-Minute Torture

When I straddle you
you caress my body
and tell me how beautiful I am.
Meanwhile, you're growing
into something I'm not allowed
to stroke
between my legs
and I have to apologize for
the wet spot I leave on your denim.
Your hands feel so good
on my smooth skin
I long for you to take my
erect nipple into your mouth
and nibble it--
just a little
because I want to do
the same thing with your cock
deep
until it explodes inside my mouth.
Knowing I can't makes it pure torture
and I grind hard against the member
that I'm not allowed
to pleasure with my tongue
until time is up.

©2005 by Kelly Raine

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Kelly Raine resides in upstate New York. During the day she writes, and at night she tranforms into an exotic dancer, the business of which generates plenty of ideas for poems.