Caution: contains smut and poetry.

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this is not a poem







You wrote me poems

beautiful poems

and you deserve to have beautiful poems too

but I don't really know how

so this is not a poem

but it is for you







when you kissed me

I felt fire and ice

I felt weak and strong

I already loved you with all my heart

and then I loved you even more

and that can't make sense

but I guess it didn't have to

because it did







when I kissed you

I was certain and uncertain

I knew it was right

I knew it was wrong

I was never more scared in my life

I was never more sure I was doing the right thing

all I knew was that I loved you

and I was terrified of you

and my heart pounded in my throat

and I was dizzy

and my skin tingled

and I kissed you







and then you were nude

and then I was naked

and if this was a poem this is the part where all the similes and metaphors would go

and I can't say what you were as soft as or as warm as or as beautiful as

because nothing was ever as soft and warm and beautiful as you







and I say “and” a lot don't I







but I kissed your neck and I felt you shiver and it made me shiver

and I kissed your beautiful beautiful breasts

and felt your nipples on my tongue

well one at a time obviously

that'd be silly

I'll shut up now







except I have to tell you

that I have never had a woman's nipple in my mouth like that

but even if I had

it was nothing like anything I've ever done before

because I love you

and you're beautiful

and because it made you so happy

and it made me happy too

and it was strange and wonderful and exciting and scary

and soft and firm and softly textured in my mouth

and when you pressed my head to your







none of the words are right

they're all rude or silly or clinical or euphemistic

and we weren't rude or silly or clinical or euphemistic

I was feeling joy

and you were feeling joy

and when your hand cradled my head and held me to your breasts

and your other hand was wrapped around my shoulders

and I could feel you vibrating with the force of not crushing me against you

my heart burst with pride

that you could find me that sexy

even almost as sexy as you are to me







and when we lay down in bed together

we fit together like two jigsaw puzzle pieces

if puzzle pieces were soft and warm and could cuddle

and loved each other very much







I keep saying beautiful and soft and warm

and you deserve better vocabulary than that

but you are so beautiful

and so soft

and so warm

that I can't come up with anything better

so it'll have to do







and when you trailed kisses down me

from my throat

to my breasts

(please, my nipples, I thought

but couldn't be strong enough to say out loud

and then out loud I said “please, my nipples”)

and it felt so good

and it felt so good to you

that even though I couldn't love you more

I loved you more







and your beautiful hair

(I wanted to say moon-white hair

but the moon is cold and gray-white

and your hair is honey-white and warm)

brushed softly against me

and it was the softest and most wonderful feeling in the world

except for all the other soft and wonderful feelings you made me feel

like your lips making my stomach quiver

as you kissed your way down to my







again, none of the words are right

they're all rude or silly or clinical or euphemistic

but pussy will have to do for now

sorry







down to my pussy

and I apologized for not having shaved

but you stroked your nose against my hair

and you stroked your cheek against my hair

and you said, “mmm, you're fluffy”

and I laughed

and you laughed

and you flopped your head in my lap

looking up at me

and I stroked your hair and your face

and we stopped laughing but you were still smiling

and again I loved you even more







and we shifted around

and it was awkward

but just for a second

and then your lips were on my pussy

and your tongue was on my pussy

and you sucked and nibbled and licked

and it felt so good that I thought my body was going to catch on fire and make my head explode

and you made little mmf mmf mmf noises

which anywhere else would be silly

but right then and right there you were hotter than fuck

and my hips ground my pussy into your face

and I couldn't help it

so I said sorry

and you made a noise and I knew it meant don't say sorry you're loving this too

and I was right

my body did catch fire and my head did explode

and I shook like







well I'm a girl who's not good at metaphors







I shook really really hard

and I don't know how but in an instant you were on top of me

and I want to say you were grinding into me

and I was grinding into you

but grinding sounds rough and hard and painful

and you were hard but you were also soft

and you were rough but you were also gentle

and it felt so so so so good that it was almost painful

but it wasn't

it felt incredible

and I shook because I couldn't help it

and you shook because you wanted to

and you were on top of me

all of me

your legs wrapped in my legs

your skin against my skin

your arms squeezing me tight

driving you into me

driving me into you

and not to put too fine a point on it

I climaxed

and you climaxed

and then you were lying on top of me

I mean still

but just resting

and sliding and rocking around a little

so I could feel your skin and my skin

and I said “Oh God I love you”

and you said “I love you so much Anna”

and every single thing in the universe felt RIGHT







and I loved you even more.







And I'm sorry this isn't a poem

and I'm sorry that I haven't even described all the other wonderful things we did that night

with your mouth and my mouth and my fingers and your fingers and your you and my me

because you really really deserve a poem

and every good thing in the world







but poems are made of words

and I don't have the words for how I feel

so I'll speak to you in kisses

and write my poem on your body with my lips.





