Prajapathi, biting her tit

Then, cupping your boob,
Squeezing its orbit tight,
You brought it towards my mouth,
And in the starless night

I saw the silhouette of you
As you bent towards me,
One hand in that cupping act,
The other, striving to have my member free.

You pushed your tight udder
Forcing it against my lips
That I drew them in with such force
As one let’s the wanton lust as it grips.

Its soft fleshy hardness as it
Hardens into my mouth I drew,
And I felt my dick go stiff
As if to stiffen at such a warm taste it knew.

I groped at your free orb,
Squash it against your chest
And you harden your hold around my dick,
Putting its reflexes to the test.

A shrill, demented cry of a mating cat
Pierces the sky from somewhere there
On a roof somewhere, in a dark shadow,
When you mount me, push me in the snare.

You start steady and slow, and you
Gather strength in pace,
You slide up, slide down,
In a lustful crazy daze.

I bite hard your grain,
Making you gasp and groan,
But, then, surcharged, you ride
Moanful, to the night alone.

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Dharshika,her leaving

I crave for your bite:
Now, years later, I recall the
Sudden urgency with which you’d bite into my flesh,
Cat-like in earnest, teeth going in deep,
And you would draw blood from my chest and gloat on it,
Going inch by inch on a downward hunt.

You left me as suddenly as you came,
Leaving behind the memory of
Feverish hidden passages, of making love.
Your left breast with its birthmark underneath the tit
Haunts my mind, and your raptures every time
I sucked it deep, stroking it.

You’re with another man now, and
I can draw in the slate of my imagination
His nerves stretch, mouth hold back the pain,
And I can see you mark with the tip of your finger
The places you want to bite deep into again.
I wonder what memory I have left you with. I wonder
Whether, sometimes, you remember.

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