Warmth of soft hands,
Seep into my scrotum
My knees weaken,
Breath sharply inhale,
Gradually exhale,
As the sensation of warmth penetrates into the desire of my loins
Growth of excitement is visionally seen,
Exciting her mind with its massiveness,
Enticing her folds to cry,
Her femininity to crowd the air with its pungent intoxicating odor
Fingers slip past her moist folds,
Lips wrap around the bulbous head of my pride,
When my swollen head reaches the front of her throat,
The shearing sensation bring tears to my eyes,
Causing a moan to reverberate in my throat,
Anticipating to run rampage in my mind
When my tongue swept into the wet of her pink flesh,
The sweetness of her taste explodes on my taste buds,
Her body tensed, then shivered,
Her voice deeply moaned ....
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Nice poem.... what a wonderful moment.... sixty-nine!!!!
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