Whispering softly, she traces a finger...
Gentle touches play then linger...
Lay me out on a table....
do with me what you will...
skin as soft as sable...
take me... yours to fill...
Satin black as sin...
Ruddy mane spread wide...
parted folds slick within...
No attempt to hide...
Parted lips beg beg their use...
total surrender utter trust...
wantonness under her Toulouse...
consumed within her lust...
rolling her to her knees....he takes her at sunrise....
Entwined, exhausted...
Lips with kisses lightly frosted....
Black Satin Sin...
Fires his soul within...
The Morning inspired.... a story will follow....
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