Erotic Poetry

Poem: Breaking in

I like reaching behind my back pulling my cheeks apart as
much as I like laying on my back, knees hooked by wrists going sore
from lack of blood
while you break into my tightest entrance, ignoring my clit,
and squeeze me wider than I can struggle breath.
My cringing face encourages you harder
and I’m screaming while you stretch me for next time.

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