Thanksgiving

The first time

I was fortunate enough

To feel

The soft warmth

Of a female mouth around me

I was lying on grass

And could feel damp

Against the back of my neck

I did not

Look down at her face at all

As she

Ran her tongue

Along skin I did not know of

Until that same moment

I just lay still

As my life changed forever

When I came

And the last drop had fallen

From me

Down her throat

I finally looked down at her

And suddenly I had

Zero desire

For her company that night

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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