Pressed lips tender and softly 'pon thy shaft...
Moist yee teeth scrape and partly lips my mass.
Lick'ed and wicked thy ways with me...
An eruptional exploited bath for thee.
Hairs stand on end beyond my control...
Down i go to your heaving bosom's breast do i slowly lick this rock and roll.
Yon breath rises to thy occasion...
You are my queenly, femaled persuasion.
That Irish temper is as harsh and ridgid as steel...
Can't wait, but to you dig in deep with reddoned spiked high heel.
Boosteay show'eth off the bulging pink flesh as it's smooth'nly erupts
over thy velvety seam's stitches...
I am about to explode this dam'nd wall and climb in fastly my fingers explore that juicy region b'neath those lovingly thong'ed soft brithches.
A clear smell o' yer perfume fills up deep inside my nostrilled awareness...
It's fastly over aft i've fulfilled your fleshy bareness.
Boom, boom, boom-that dam has busted...
Our lovemaking has climaxed to that last liquid's trickel, .
Love matched and marched by that pair of lucious pink mounded
nipples.
Shakened legs now motionless as if frozen in time...
Can't wait for long till next time we meet to passionately mount and climb. 'Whew! ' sweat rolls down each other's own backs...
It's off to that fast inhale of that last cigarette's pack.
COUGH-COUGH-COUGH! So soft that last enjoyed hoisted loft.
Parting may be sweet sorrow...
But until that next, glorious 'morrow.
Michael Gale
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