Nary an image comes to mind...
All I have to offer are these words just for you to find,
Crafted with care, then thrice, thrice refined....
More poetry from my fevered mind.....
So bad, un- approved, but ever so, so kind.....
She was his sweet addiction....
Who threwe him a crazed kaniption.....
Sparking his tumescence to grow...
She knows, oh, she knows he so thinks....
She is... the, the minx.....
Her folds....
So soft.....
So wet...
So smooth....
So pink....
His fingers… ah yes, they are the bolds.....
To delve… then trace, the lines…of… her ink....
He pauses to reflect...
And says what the heckt....
Pushing send with a grin and a wink….
~Veritas....!
3 comments:
*smiling*
To delve… then trace, the lines…of… her ink... "this is just one of many lines I love in these wonderfully erotic words"
mmmm that is just nice...
Love the pic how his hand rest on that very curve.
~~~Sofia
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