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Entangled arms and legs...

  1. paradigmsearch profile image92
    paradigmsearchposted 4 years ago

    An unhackable bubble, therefore here.

    She lay there. Open. Willing. Awesome.

    I submissively crawled on top.

    I put it in.

    We remained still.

    For a long, long time.

    It began.

    Quivering.

    Quivering.

    Quivering.

    I wrapped my arms around her.

    Culmination.

    Not a bad day.

    1. The Examiner-1 profile image76
      The Examiner-1posted 4 years agoin reply to this

      Was that not supposed to be a poem Hub?

  2. Suzanne Day profile image97
    Suzanne Dayposted 4 years ago

    He climbed into my mind
    like a hairy ape,
    while I clutched at Hubpages
    he tore through my brain strings,
    kicking the likes, pins, shares everywhere
    in random abandon.
    Then BLISS!

    We held hands
    while the hubs melted
    and the words created new words.

    It was my second time...

    1. paradigmsearch profile image92
      paradigmsearchposted 4 years agoin reply to this

      Wrap.

      Wrap.

      Wrap.

      Took three tries as so...

      edit: not arms.

  3. Kathryn L Hill profile image81
    Kathryn L Hillposted 4 years ago

    finis. till next time.

  4. Jaggedfrost profile image81
    Jaggedfrostposted 4 years ago

    Behind doors
    closed and close
    bumping, grinding
    night or day
    still a privacy is sought
    unless those there
    are that way bent
    still this makes a difference
    between love and kink
    which way you lean
    is how you think
    perhaps how you feel
    mostly how you need
    and where inner demons play
    upon what they feed
    in the end
    what you do is your way
    so long as you can live
    with the immutable after math
    in the wake of day

 
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