Come Ghazal

by Raina K. Puels

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I know we should meet in public… but wanna come 

over? See if we talk as well in the flesh? Yes,come (; 

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Foyer. Living room. Bathroom. Sorry it’s scum 

my. Kitchen. Ignore the moldy cucum 

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ber. My bedroom’s down the hall… Welcome 

to my sparkly, purple wonderland! Wanna come 

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sit on my bed? That’s my cat, Holcomb. 

She scares easy. If you’re lucky, she’ll come 

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back. I know you’re a newcom 

er to this & I don’t wanna make you uncom 

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fortable. So. What’re you into? I also love deep kisses & come
hither fingers. How’d you feel if we unencum 

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bered each other of our clothes? Mmm, yes. Come 

straddle me. I never want you to feel a modicum 

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of shame, or like you have to circum 

vent the truth if I’m not sufficiently succumb 

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ing to your desires; my pleasure is always incum 

bent on yours. Aww, the cat did come 

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back! Do you wanna keep petting her or slide up & come
sit on my face? 

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                                                                      Oh my goddess, your moans make me come 

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undone. I loved when you said: ‘Raina, no man has ever made me cum,
let alone cum & cum & cum.’