Scheduled Poem Drop [NSFW] [L-Bomb] [lovey-dovey]
Added 2024-08-31 16:01:57 +0000 UTC[this is a scheduled drop - drR is still out of the office]
after
My cock rests, humbled by your cunt
I take a smug comfort knowing that somewhere in the world someone is making pasta from scratch or eating pussy or getting a massage by a professional.
It's akin to napping on a sailboat with no wind or resting your eyes in a shaded hammock
Now everything is still. My blood is cool. Your fingers trace invisible shapes on my chest. The subtle difference between "8" and infinity as told by your painted keratin.
We don't touch lips but I close my eyes and we somehow kiss. You were all I could see before and you're all I can think about now and I notice my hand never left your skin.
[Now we kiss with our lips]
I want you again but that means the moment will end [they are wont to]. I think of the fat of your ass and the weight of your body pressing down on me and I smile and squeeze your hand. I think of how comforting your wetness feels. Every day you grow older. Sometimes there is more of you. Sometimes less. I want to bask in them all. Every iteration and every version signed by the author. Smile, cry, go gray and tell me how your fears and wants change as you age. What turns you on this decade? Let's make a map of who you are and change it every time you do. Does your cunt sweeten with vintage? Let's find out together.
I quite simply love you.
Comments
I almost don't want to post this because it's really the opposite vibe, but since I responded to the companion poem I felt obligated to respond to this one. Mare’s Response (with apologies for ruining the vibe) Ruin Me [After] Remnants of magic bolts, the fading sparks skittering across my skin Tingling limbs gently reattaching, fingertips and toes resisting Sparks of magic condensing in the soft curls of my pussy And along those lips, pulsing, strong but slowing to match my heartbeat My eyes blink open to the candles dancing nearby A glance to my side You are there, holding my hand Quietly observing my journey back to reality You smile and serve me Lemon water (my favorite) I smile again, weak, exhausted, and giggle quietly, my eyes thanking you for All my favorite things The oils, your magic hands, The ice cubes and heat, The shadows and candles, Your mouth, your teeth The ties, tied The shock of melting chocolate on your tongue when You kissed me at the height of it all. You meet my gaze, head turning From me to the toys and all the mess Eyebrows raised, a smug smirk, Awe and disapproval, as though you had just walked in on me Doing things you could never have imagined. A quick snicker, you’ve proved a point I didn’t know you were making Hmph, you say, You really are a freak.
Mare
2024-09-02 07:40:55 +0000 UTCShe liked this one 💜
Ray Purchase
2024-09-02 01:52:19 +0000 UTC"...Every day you grow older. Sometimes there is more of you. Sometimes less. I want to bask in them all. Every iteration and every version signed by the author. Smile, cry, go gray and tell me how your fears and wants change as you age. What turns you on this decade? Let's make a map of who you are and change it every time you do. Does your cunt sweeten with vintage? Let's find out together. I quite simply love you." It doesn't matter if you feel this in your heart or head or notebook. Please tell [me] that you have said this out loud to her, or at least had her read it.... 💜
Mare
2024-09-02 01:46:08 +0000 UTCI may have to call "mercy"
Hannah 11
2024-09-01 03:27:10 +0000 UTCNot everyone gets to experience this kind of love. And for those of us who do, most of us could never put it into words like this. You really are a talented soul.
raeofsunshine
2024-08-31 21:29:59 +0000 UTCSo soft for this version of drAfterglow. That gap in time when you are able to realize the magic of a moment that shouldn’t feel special but it is. A candid photo of something real. Lovely.
The Lady Is A Tramp
2024-08-31 21:22:42 +0000 UTC"It's akin to napping on a sailboat with no wind or resting your eyes in a shaded hammock" This is EXACTLY what it feels like to me and I never would have thought these words but you captured that weightless, floating, timeless feeling perfectly. Every time I start thinking I'm too particular, asking for too much, wishing for a fantasy, I read something like this by you and am reminded that people DO love each other like this and I just haven't found it yet. ❤️ that it is real.
Carrie A (Earserosera)
2024-08-31 21:14:44 +0000 UTCIt's been a stressful day so far but I'm going to try to relax for the rest of the night. This was a sweet moment that helped me exhale and center myself 💜💙
Norah
2024-08-31 21:14:37 +0000 UTCWhat a perfect tender moment. Thank you. 💕
Katakora
2024-08-31 20:46:26 +0000 UTCOh, doctor. I’m moved by your poem, as I am wont to be. May I share the moment I first really felt the strange, magical longtime of afterglow? I lay on his chest once, in an after much like this. As our breathing slowed, he found my hand and brought it to his face. I thought I’d cup his flushed cheek, caress his lips, find purchase—purpose—in the curl behind his ear. But no. He guided me gently, leisurely, to his eyes. “Count my crow’s feet with your fingertips, angel.” Our skin clings on to the elastic of our earlier 20s, but we can read our own tree rings, and we’re learning to read each other's. “Two tiny, baby lines in each outer corner. No, four, wait five.” The companion lines appeared one by one, tracing towards his eyebrows like a pencil solving a paper maze, as his eyes narrowed. He was smiling. I felt his lips tickle my ear: “I’m so happy. Watch me grow. Please?” Deep, immense, overwhelming warmth. I remember that I kissed the corners of each eye, as his hands mapped the contours of my back. I felt him tracing the path of pale lightning streaking my hips and ass, a once—and on the bad days, still—disliked topography of my own growth. But a landscape he redefines with kisses and words and touch. “Yes, if you watch me too.” It was a time-stopping tenderness. We’re not always this gentle with each other, nor with ourselves—growing pains, I guess, and the ever long journey of healing certain traumas. But I want him to count my crow’s feet too. Now and later and then later still. Life charted on my face. Thank you for conjuring this memory. Have a beautiful weekend with your wife ❤️
caroscope
2024-08-31 20:11:12 +0000 UTCLove being inspired by your beautiful words Docster. 💜 To lie atop you, basking in the sun, the wind cooling our skin, would end worlds. The tang of salt in the air, measured breaths, our utter delight. No nothing else can exist in these moments. The touch of my hand as it runs across your hairy chest, designing maps of places untold. Hidden lands where this moment grows and extends until it lasts for eternity. Never knowing another sunset, another dawn because there can be nothing greater than this moment right now, lying in your arms. Spent and satiated. Loved and filled with your lust. [“But what if it only gets better with age?” you whisper in my ear.]
Catherine
2024-08-31 20:03:15 +0000 UTCThis is so incredibly intimate and lovely I almost feel like I shouldn't have seen it. But in a good way if that makes sense? I assume this is NJ inspired. The way you write and talk about the love you share is soul-touching. I love that you found each other. You both are pretty much strangers to me but I'm truly glad I get to see this depiction of that love. Ok I'm gonna get some Kleenex now
aisha
2024-08-31 19:57:11 +0000 UTC
