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NC-17 I lost my mind for a minute.
While he was up in it, hitting it, I almost forgot.
Somewhere between the clit pops and backshots.
I actually thought I was in love.
How funny is that?
How could that be?
Why can't I see, that this love thing isn't for everybody?
Especially not me.
Cum truly clouds the mind.
Grinding and moaning makes you overlook the cause.
Wishing I could pause and remind myself that this is just a fuck.
If I'm luck-y it will be good.
It's understood that after this I'll be alone.
Putting it otu there so I can't perplex.
Never again confusing love with sex.
HonorAO
Hey Honor! I just started going through the new posted poems and came across yours. I loved this. So often we mistake love for sex. I've been there before so this poem hit home for me...