Submissions by Doleuche
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Deep Sweetness
#RozesErosbyDoleuche
Deep Sweetness
De.........ep
you called me into a rosy treasure
de.........ep
I fell into a racy pleasure
Deeply de...........ep
my phallus shouting my feel
sparingly inches deep
calculus said of my dip
Deeper de........ep
into your honey-fold I dug
sweeter deeper
spouts and flows of our dig
Drowny deep
swim sealess pit, yet drowned
by the emotions deep
plod thru squirms, eros crowned
Melodic deep
rhythms of turgid skin drumming
rosy deep, plop and moaning...
Deep Sweetness
De.........ep
you called me into a rosy treasure
de.........ep
I fell into a racy pleasure
Deeply de...........ep
my phallus shouting my feel
sparingly inches deep
calculus said of my dip
Deeper de........ep
into your honey-fold I dug
sweeter deeper
spouts and flows of our dig
Drowny deep
swim sealess pit, yet drowned
by the emotions deep
plod thru squirms, eros crowned
Melodic deep
rhythms of turgid skin drumming
rosy deep, plop and moaning...
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Cry of a Virgin
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Cry of a Virgin
Seethed
in the milk of my loins
dancing its music in toils
lusted but vestal
Ogling
at her voluptuous milky kegs
and dome mound by her legs
my tumefaction
Musing
of this plaster of Paris
beaut and pure as Sirius
faint-hearted
Sated
in the nightly tortures
of succuba, virile textures
my snake by morn
Sipid
the blossom of her bosom
dabbing her cushion with lotion
a masseur
Tumid
ravishings, my loins
eyes feasted to debauchery
yet...
Cry of a Virgin
Seethed
in the milk of my loins
dancing its music in toils
lusted but vestal
Ogling
at her voluptuous milky kegs
and dome mound by her legs
my tumefaction
Musing
of this plaster of Paris
beaut and pure as Sirius
faint-hearted
Sated
in the nightly tortures
of succuba, virile textures
my snake by morn
Sipid
the blossom of her bosom
dabbing her cushion with lotion
a masseur
Tumid
ravishings, my loins
eyes feasted to debauchery
yet...
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Sleeping with a Phantom
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Sprung
horripilates
lost my Silhouttes
She was here
I was happy
ploppings of her skene
snuggle-spoonin g her skin
She was happy
I was busy
on her mound
blessing with kisses, her moan
She was busy
I was queasy
from the raging raves
as I skimpered the roving waves
from the warmth mouth
doling me a deep throat
my convulsions I covet
She was queasy
I was seeky
groping on this ebony
searching her honey
humming as drone canny
as she reached her funny sky...
Sprung
horripilates
lost my Silhouttes
She was here
I was happy
ploppings of her skene
snuggle-spoonin g her skin
She was happy
I was busy
on her mound
blessing with kisses, her moan
She was busy
I was queasy
from the raging raves
as I skimpered the roving waves
from the warmth mouth
doling me a deep throat
my convulsions I covet
She was queasy
I was seeky
groping on this ebony
searching her honey
humming as drone canny
as she reached her funny sky...
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The A-Woman, A Rose
#RozesErosbyDoleuche
Beauty lives in her dovely brown eyes
refreshing waters flow from her heart
and blesses the world with emotions
crying brine of pain when she is hurt
and dews of joy when she is loved
In her bosom stands a duo of glory tower
which blesses child and man; her lover
warmth and nubile, a puffy twain teddy
that refreshes with the best-curds, creamy
Under the sahara sun, her arms still burn
of her love and strenght, she tends
the garden, and harvests the field of corn
refections in the kitchen, as her hearth burn...
Beauty lives in her dovely brown eyes
refreshing waters flow from her heart
and blesses the world with emotions
crying brine of pain when she is hurt
and dews of joy when she is loved
In her bosom stands a duo of glory tower
which blesses child and man; her lover
warmth and nubile, a puffy twain teddy
that refreshes with the best-curds, creamy
Under the sahara sun, her arms still burn
of her love and strenght, she tends
the garden, and harvests the field of corn
refections in the kitchen, as her hearth burn...
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