Money Shot Poem by Danielle Beechum

The feeling was indescribable,
but if she was forced to try and put his actions into words,
they would sound a little something like this…
insatiable was the feeling pulsating between her legs,
glass shattering screams inside her head,
only low moans escaping her mouth
and on the verge of having to beg.
A fire consuming her entire body,
smoldering heat setting flames in between her thighs,
unable to focus on the situation
because she’s floating into a different realm,
and finding her all time high.
The sensation from the sweet penetration
causing tempestuous escalation
leading to the greatest act of fornication,
right now not giving a damn,
gonna repent later for this sexual occasion,
this ride led her to the final revelation
that this journey filled mission would suffice only in repetition.
On the road to satisfaction,
this feeling feels everlasting,
every stroke washing her loneliness away
and bringing her steadfast lack of pleasure to decay.
Urge sitting on the edge of the bed
whispering words in between them left unsaid,
speeding towards the big bang theory,
hands covering her screams so the other lovers can’t hear thee! Steam building up, heat filling up,
the moment going down,
in her own juices they’re about to drown…
cumming closer and closer to that boiling point,
breathing heavily,
muscles starting to grip,
matching his rhythm with her hips,
eyes blind behind her mind,
skin black on black,
her nails dug into the flesh on his back,
calling him daddy or yelling that he’s the king,
whatever he needs to hear for him to keep hitting her spot…
moans, sighs, screams…last but not the last time…the money shot.