Don’t Stop by Pause Reflect Move Forward

He was balder than I was 
I served him bush 
He buried his face in it 
He did fifteen years 
And still didn’t know how to listen and follow instructions 
Always wanting to rest his ball sac on my forehead 
I had him flip me over
To put my hairy pussy on his face 
And licked his nut sac like he’d never had before 
He asked, “What are you doing?”
I said, “It’s how I eat pussy.”
He said, “Don’t stop.”

Pause Reflect Move Forward writes across multiple forms of poetry, erotic, reflective, and raw, always rooted in intention, authority, and truth. Freelance writer and entrepreneur. Find her at @PauseReflectMoveForward.

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