- Erotic Poetry
- A St. Patty's Day Story
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I dream of a leprechaun
Top hat and vest
Curved little shoes
In his green Sunday best
Navigating me through the forest
In search of a pot of gold
When we reach our destination
His motives more bold
He lays me down
In a field of clover
He caresses my breasts
Over and over
He pinches my nipples
Runs his hand up my thigh
And gets more aggressive
With each moan and each sigh
He delves deeper with his tongue
On my clit and my crack
While my fingers slide slowly
Up the groove in his back
He mounts me, he pounds me
Makes me cry in delight
He fucks me til my pussy yawns
With the crest of daylight
I roll over, rub my eyes
And look at the clock
Was this all a dream?
Or some BADASS LEPRACHAUN cock?
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