Submissions by Bluevelvete

Cannot quash this unyielding urge  
Wicked thoughts once small,now surge

Down my cheeks my chin, my throat and fingers Juices fall, escape to lazily linger  
   
Salty sweet aching mouths do water
for ice cold dreams, no beginners falter  
   
Spit or swallow, an age old quandary  
Seeds once annoyed, now remembered fondly

Sticky skin from lips to tips;  
Taste of heaven her tongue,it licks  
   
into swirling an
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