Pillow Fort Sex
It took us most of the day
this construct of childhood
elaborated with maturity.
From two pull-out couches,
hanging bedsheets,
and a unused chair
a mighty fortressed folded out
of the living room like a pop up book
of fairy tales.
As the day progressed
and night called for horror to
be seen on our television screen
safe from the murders
in our plushy caverns
you and I nestled in our childish delights.
You then aroused me with a smile
and your ass rubbing against my groin
now waking from dormancy to the primal urges.
I bite your ear
nibbling on the lobe
as you stifle a moan.
You pull my head close and
your rosary lips whisper to wait
as the light of bloodshed
and screams was still echoing from the silver screen.
As a cheesy resolved came
and our group started to nestle down for the night
you and I took a blanket covered in animals
I held you close as our
unseen forces connected us.
I could feel your warmth with each shift
as you bit down on my fingers
as we tried to keep quite.
I could feel your body shiver
as i plunged deeper into you.
Kissing your neck
I could feel your goosebumps
and read them like brail
“Fuck me. Fuck me.”
The boiling rush
of our bodily passions
went unnoticed as our friends slept.
Moist love suddenly flowed around
me as I could feel my shaft drenched
in our undercover love.
As your ecstasy flowed,
I grabbed your plump breasts
feeling your succulent nipples
as I soon came into you,
flowing into your already
fluid movements of our bodies
blending into one.
And then we stayed there,
connected in each other’s arms
linked by basic instincts of enjoyment.
Sheltering in our slumberland
Sheltering in our slumberland
I can feel the ivory streams leak
onto our interlocked thighs.
You pull me closer and kiss my cheek
and give me a smile that was illuminating
in the shadows of decretive pillows.
Our last thought before dreams take us
is that we hope to remember to put our
clothes back on before others wake.
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