Trigger Warning
Listening to the radio
Sunday morning nakedness
Listening to the vinyl records
The classic tunes
They take me back
To the radio I used to listen to
Nostalgia
As I grow hot and sticky
Your sensual mouth licking my tits
Kissing my tummy
Your dick so hard
You slip it in
Slowly dipping in
To the rhythm on the radio
I vaguely hear the music
Lost in a dream
As I orgasm
As your sensual tongue there is nowhere it hasn’t been
Overcome by sensations
Sticky and wet
You lick my moisture between my legs
You see me writhe
I cannot contain
As you slip in again
Slowly I come
Sweaty and sweat
As you dip your dick in deep and slow
Listening to the music on the radio
Remembering playing vinyl
My lips you taste
Fondling my tits
As the music on the radio plays
You fuck me to the music beat
Our bodies in rhythm
I feel your heat
You make me swell
Your lust and passion
I don’t want the music to stop
Our movements as one
You make me come
Listening to the radio
Nostalgia mixed with sex
Naked in this fuck fest
You feel the music
You feel my words
This some poetic verse
Nostalgia, music, sex and lust
Sunday morning nakedness a must
Your Naked Poet
Toria
29/8/2021
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