A Little Shiver

A short foreword from Bhear.
I've been a poet for a very long time, I've always admired the impressive work on this sit, so I decided I would upload a piece of my own design, please enjoy.

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We're close, closer than we've ever been.
The sweetest smell is escaping from your skin.
Part of my brain says "O'! For Sin!"
I silence it as we begin.

So close I draw unto your heart.
Hear it beating, thumping, start.
It makes me feel we never should part.
And then my eyes begin to dart.

They move to your so beautiful face.
Flawless, seamless, without a trace.
I feel the excitement, slowly I unlace.
It falls from your shoulders with such soft grace.

I look in your eyes, their beautiful hue.
It just draws me, much closer to you.
I think to myself "So much I could do."
But still I wouldn't deserve it, so true.

My hand finds its way to your hand below.
You guide me so softly, you don't let me go.
I feel my fingers, they dampen, I know.
I feel in your body a heat build, you glow.

I burn like a furnace, as hearts start to race.
I pull your hips closer, tight to my waist.
I hear you sigh, and look to your face.
I move my hand deeper, as I find a pace.

I thrust in my fingers, so gently at first.
But I know the feeling for which you must thirst.
I know I must give you it, just like the cursed.
I'll bring to you pleasure, so much, you will burst.

I circle my fingers, so gently and deft.
Around your clit, so softly and like theft.
I'll make you scream, or leave hear bereft.
This weight of the pleasure carries such a heft.

As we draw nearer, much closer to end.
I move my hand faster, as to make you bend.
You're cumming, I know it, I cannot pretend.
I kiss you so deeply, and you cum again.

We finish our time together well spent.
Surely I could tell, by the way you were bent.
I leave with my silver, in bag and on chain.
I hope we do all this again someday.

~E. B.