Orange Crushed!

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Du Lac
Du Lac
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for those who need to be jazzed! No imagination needed to Crush the Orange! Just a little of creative soul...hmmmm!~
snicker snicker .... Du~


Crow feet kissed eyes that sparkle with a sip,
Retreat the gray hair and plump hips,
His legs restored strong and agile,
Her breasts perky and firm,
We sip again, retiring in that virginal time.

An age of innocence,
Ere our journey on adulthood’s path,
Burrowed into chaotic purgatory.
Dusted with battered souls and broken hearts,
Material needs, money, power and pain.

An age of wisdom.
Love the elixir to the mire of living,
Safe in a hug, wonder in an anthill, joy a first kiss.
We sip slowly, thawed by loves youth.
Enigma of living, frothy Orange Crush dreams.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draining the bottles of that orange purity,
Our bodies newly found in youth’s lush limbs,
Minds of the aged, inhibitions are rare,
Eyes now meet, lost in hungers glare.

Mouths so wet, and crisp with the Crush,
Tongues dancing and swirling,
Hands lost in the touch,
Young lust fired, drinking us up.

Hips grinding, and hearts pounding.
Clothes fly off like teenagers ready to rut.
No thinking allowed, soaring through time,
My ass calls to you, as you bite into the bliss.

Teasing and taunting, I play the game,
Blooming tigerlilies of my pussy and ass,
Flaming, swaying jamming your space,
Youth has restored my dancers grace.

Gushing Crush smeared on your face,
I scream with glee, no little girl fame,
Naughty and dirty, I grab the bottle of youth,
Empty? No purpose? I think of a few!

Du Lac intrepidity, you laugh as I rock,
Blazon and ostentatious, pussy now calls,
No cock this time, my mind not that dull,
Around clear glass my cunt now does curl!

Mistress appears and demand I do,
"Put that cock in my mouth!"
Mouth now brimming, unfettered fucking of self,
Soon a bottle top full, your privy Orange Crush!

Looks of wonder, amazement and fright!
How this woman suckles and fights!
Together we came in youthful vigor,
Orange Crush! Who would have figured?

Du Lac
Du Lac
15 Followers
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My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleabout 19 years ago
Deja Vu Continue?

wow, awesome Du, I like what you Do Du!

and what you did! <grin>

sacksackabout 19 years ago
Oh wow, I'm breathless!

Kind of like a wild woolly roller coaster ride! The only word I don't like is "rut". Perhaps...."kiss" (to rhyme with bliss?)

sandspikesandspikeabout 19 years ago
Out of breath and a better man for it.

Ain't no popsicles here girl. Shake the soul and add

a little dirty dancing. Jazz is alive and swinging, but

this, this is like Dexter sang....feeling HOT!HOT!HOT!

Was it good for you too?

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