Monday Moaning: Satisfaction - Erotic prose poem

Directive moans direct tongue flight through folds verticle fissure

Groans, control velocity of tongue long lashes

Sighs, control tongue, lashes depth into pink flesh darkness

Hair pulled, detect deep lashes of passion

Back arched, alloys tongue deeper penetration

Hips profound dips gyrate in the harmonious rhythm of tongue lashes -

Soaks beard in honeydew -

Bath mustache in the aromatic fragrance of feminine musk.

And is always followed by body shivers, rapid heartbeats, and lack of breath.

Scream out my name

And I'll give you rebellious tremors of satisfaction "Guarantied"...

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