shake your house

i made love to one,
and fucked another,

the first, my love,
with eyes open
the other, my muse,
with eyes closed.

oh! the symphony of voices,
i heard with my ears,
and my mind’s imaginings.

oh! the strumming i felt
from her tipping fingers
(and her ripping nails)
across my back.

, and
oh! the gripping and rippling of her
cunt as she came
, and the roaring of my fire
, and the gripping of her hips, in my hands
when i closed my eyes
and shook her house, down,
to the dirty,
dirty ground.

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