Lust in Stockholm (pic update)
An erotic 🔞️ poem
You said you can’t love because ‘it burns’
you wanted me to mark you, defile you inside out
put out your fire, soothe the pain in you
‘Fuck it, why not?’ I thought
If we cannot reach bliss
at least we can plunge head first into pleasure
tranquilize our demons, numb our ache
At our ‘date’ we were both nervous;
after that coffee we went in your car
you drove to a dark, very dark spot
that looked like the darkest alley of Stockholm
You wanted to blow me balls deep
while taking my 10" dildo base deep
from behind at the same time
I said ‘I forgot the lube, I might damage you.’
‘Jag bryr mir inte!’ | ‘I don’t give a shit!’ you almost barked
as you devoured me like a famished tiger
No foreplay or spit, you needed the pain,
you loved the pain; you wanted it all in one go
I hesitated; the dildo was oiled soft silicone,
which put my mind at ease.
