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Click hereMy mind fills with fire, my body with passion,
I dream of a life of unique fashion,
My urges run wild, like a strange possession,
While my eyes feast on visions of female perfection.
Light skin, dark hair, legs, breasts and more,
Writhing beneath me on the bed or the floor,
Teasing and tasting, licking and sucking galore,
Her sweetness runs free through orgasm’s door.
Her body trembles—she screams and calls out my name.
I flush with pride knowing that I am to blame,
But it saddens me also, this momentary fame,
It’s all in my head, my fantasy game.
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This is an original poem, copyright by Dru_Druthers. No use without written permission by the author, Dru_Druthers.
Dru_Druthers expresses her sincere thanks to her beta reader who wishes to remain anonymous.
You evoke all the senses in taking your fantasy love? or is the light skinned one beneath you something else. Excellent!
"Her sweetness runs free through orgasm’s door. "
Yes, I like it very much.