Friday, July 1, 2016

The tip of a finger
How it does linger
On a patch of skin
Soft willowy like the wind
I taste a taunt nipple
So ripe and supple
My body rumbles
My resistance crumbles
My tongue takes a trek
Along her slender neck
My mind heated ready
My cock hard and steady
There's no defense
As I give up the pretense
And ram in hard
Pushing deep I start
A perfect scenario
Our moans in stereo
As we climax together
Love our final endeavor

Ethan Radcliff© 2016

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