Intense (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains mature material.

Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stopped
I cum, hard
Cunt clenches down on your cock
Although you are soaked in my juices
You couldn’t pull out
Even if you wanted to
I will remain clamped
Until you erupt
Because I’m intense like that

…Intensity has its merits

Christina Schmidt, MA

Soft lips are open / Them knuckles are pale / Feels like you’re dyin’ / You’re dyin’