A rare maiden
It was between her thighs… whispers
between my lips, to the canvas of her undergarments… I since a breeze! A cold
wind traveling down my spine… I’m so levitating; I’m so suspended in the flood
of her love portrait… resembling the collage of her ecstasy emotion.
I am gravitation-less… I trinkle my
jester… she’s wet beneath me… leaving her scent and stain on me… my baby couch!
Oh this breeze! Her legs, her hair, her lips, her smile… flutters in the air
like multitude of pollen in the atmosphere… of her… so wild and majestically
free… magically hovering in bliss.
Oh! Women, your so sexy… take that
drape of a dress off of you… pledge your heart to me… glide over to me… hover
over my ego, my ambitions… drool all over me and swallow me… I’m your
high-grade… sexually! Your grade –A… a rare maiden you are… a wife for sure! My
maiden… devil-less allure… Yes! A devil-less allure… I smell the black &
white roses… the fragrance of her plum rolling of my tongue.
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