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Click hereAccidental late-night brushing underneath flimsy covers,
Sepia-toned ham hock thighs where thick fingers love to creep,
Body heat bridging the distance between jaded lovers,
Awaken his desire for maneuvers during her REM-phase sleep.
Harsh words over sour morning coffee soften deep into the night,
Evaporate to steamy whispers from tongue prodding in a twitching ear,
Leaving her spongy lobe slick and his throbbing cock upright,
His Delta blues breath billowing her nightgown up off a fatback rear.
Molasses-brown eyes cling to dimpled contours framing a deep vertical cleft
While the complicitous moon winks to him among a glittering constellation,
Observing a glistening hand sliding away from her heaving silhouette
As imaginary swells of violins cue up passion, the urge toward penetration.
Like a succubus riding her abruptly awake, he rams his way into her territory,
Thrusting harder as she swats arms enfolding her like a mammoth fly's wings.
Surrendering to his pistoning like a flower expanding its petals for a bee,
She relents and the honey flows, temporarily alleviating the morning's sting.
no, but downright funny.Constellation,penetration, that had me rolling, Sepia-toned ham hock thighs, why this whole thing is flavoured like cloves in a ham. As imaginary swells of violins... too much! Well deserved 100!
This is a great, juicy piece full of meaty imagery worthy of repeat readings. The mammoth lines choke the end rhyme so it is not overly obvious ( I don't enjoy end rhyme; it often sounds hokey unless well done, which you managed) and I really like your slant rhymes of territory and bee and cleft and silhouette. A big fat pat on the back for you. I am about to mention this one in recommendations.