Happy Moanday ..... Duress .... Rhyming Poem ......

The sight of perk round breast heaving,

Leaves my mind sexually grieving

Nipples perked under my favorite striped shirt,

While wearing a sexy smile, that says your are a number one flirt

Could you take it off please?

But not until after I squeeze,

The firm softness’ of your breast,

Then watch you slowly undress,

Your smooth soft creamy flesh,

That no matter how many times I touch, my mind goes into lust duress

My mouth will foam,

My lungs will groan

And once my hardness fall into you treasure deep,

Your womb will constantly weep

While in unison, our lungs will moan

So loud we won't even hear our groans…

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