- Erotic Poetry
- She sells seedshells btw she's sore
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Sepia strands. Blonde fiber, glints off of maybelline
Locks. White blonde soft eye freckle
Ghostly pilot light pussy, boiling over
Pink stink heartbeating through soft tissue flesh
Nipple out of shift, leg lifted, wraps my body,
I glide my member over sticky smear lipstick
Around the base of my cock, straining at the entrance of
Fertile sleek hair tuft mound her mouth gasps, strains in kiss
Lost in heavy breathing pilates paid off own world aquiline nose,
Flared legs, she is panting for breath
Experiencing untold heights. My love is a drug.
Hooked on my lifeline.
Used to this by now I don’t care but she’s blonde.
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