Poem: When?
I don't remember when you started fingering my butt while we had sex, or
what it was like when you didn't.
Don't remember when I started cumming from the touch,
or how my body wouldn't respond from guilt
the next day when my rear still shook with joy
long hours, and longer memories of your touch.
Upvote because butt play deserves more poetry :)
Haha! It totally does!
so the genesis ...
#comedyopenmic