inside his head

the other men in my life. the nameless faceless men. the ones who provide sexual succor and comfort. they who ease the aching loins and kiss the fevered lips. the men who get the tingle of an erection and remember my lips on their tender swollen flesh when their sexual needs grip their minds before their hands touch their bodies. i am the memory they savor. like a rich gravy sluicing its way over succulent meat. i am the flavorful taste dripping from their hands and mouth and time does not mitigate their need to feast upon my bounty, if i were to offer myself up to them. i am the soft smile on their mouth as they stare off into the distance; and when you ask them what they’re thinking about? They’ll reply tersely with a brief ‘nothing’ because they can’t possibly tell you it was me on their mind, and you’ve interrupted their memory of the last time they had their sexual needs fulfilled completely.

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3 Responses to inside his head

  1. kdaddy23 says:

    God, I want you….

    • rougedmount says:

      a sentiment i’ve heard whispered against my lips as my tongue made it’s last fleeting contact against the edge of his mouth, as i backed slowly away with a teasing and naughty smile, because i could feel the erection created from the needs of our oral exchange.

  2. Marty says:

    Yes. It’s true

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