knees slowly rise
Trying to reach the blue hue of the morning sky
As I made love to my feminine prize
Ears hear a whisper-"Oh my."
Followed by a deep audible sigh
That closely resembles a curling voice wanting to cry
As congelated passion drives deep into the moist hollow space between creamy thick thighs
While you let me, do you
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Una manera de hacer el amor con vistas al firmamento . Saludos.
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Hello old friend, it’s been a while, happy to have dropped in on a whim to see you after all these years going strong. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteHello old friend, nice poem
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