Thursday, February 27, 2014

Fantasy IV


Pounce of nipple
Catches me off guard

Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts

Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress

Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way

Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Thro' eloquence of tongue -

Her shrieking
Highly strung

We up the play

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