She's pouting
awaiting the taste of my tongue.
I'm hard
bursting and feeling so young.
They're ample
hard-topped and doused by my lips.
Blind fumbling
she strokes me as she undoes my zip.
Free release
standing tall
a monument to her charm.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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