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Click herehere on the same bed
she leaned over suggesting
things red, edible, warmed
in fact microwaved
I lay alone remembering
her bob and strut,
dip and needle threading
(she called it) finger nail etching
her long flowing initials-
my left ass cheek
here was the birth of
my first spot bathing
for my various parts
starting with back of neck
then front down thirsty chest
chilled and fetish horny starved
for suggestions of what would
really hit that spot HARD and soon
over and over and over by her will and spirit
and natural olive personality, inner lit
alone here banging with her left behind
silks and stiff toy, batteries rotated from
one to two then back to multi cell
extravaganza and ending;
burnt marks on the road where
we twirled, scorched divots in the yard,
craters leading to here,
the same Fucking bed alone
wondering what flavor
ice cream
she brings
Now that's rather hot for a nonerotic piece ~ and my choice for the ice cream would be French Vanilla ~ it goes so well with anything and is already so sinfully rich.
I can practically hear it buzzing and sparking, lol. You got it goin in this one pal. :)
wondering what flavor
ice cream
she brings
I'm thinking Tutti Fruitie.
when I was feeling fetish horny and starved. But even if this poem had been online, I was too busy watching a tape of some guy with two attractive young ladies. He was so polite to them. They hardly said a word but I could tell that he liked them and that they liked him. Of course, most naked people seem to like each other. The only thing that made my fingers slip the wrong way was that dog barking in the background of movie for about 2 minutes.