Stroke,
The length of your hardness,
between the soft pink center between my thighs,
And I'll make your eyes cry, your voice sigh
Thrust it deep into the wetness of my pink dark depths,
And without a doubt, the taut pull of my sobbing pink walls,
will make your reverberating lungs moan...
1Manview © 1999 – 2013
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ReplyDeleteThank you nakencrille
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DeleteI like that feeling of popping the senses.
ReplyDeleteBeatifull :)
Big kiss :*
Thanks MissMary :)
DeleteI love the title. That is some "Kat nip", indeed! ;-) I enjoyed this poem very much. Glad you're back!
ReplyDeleteThanks :) Back in the saddle, but that spark is still missing...
DeleteThe embers are there. The spark will return, which will turn into bonfire explosion. i know it. :-)
DeleteMmmm... :)
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