With feline stealth She climbs on top of his sleeping form Draping her naked body over his, like a safari trophy rug Head pointing towards his feet
Her erect and swollen nipples Graze his stomach as she inches toward her prize She playfully caresses his furry seed sacs Taking the low hanging fruit into her mouth They seemingly ripen as she runs her tongue over each
She hungrily begins to lick his withered stalk As if feeling the rays of the sun It begins...
THE MONSTER HIDING UNDER THE BED, PALES IN COMPARISON
On a cold January morning, the naked, orange, portly man ascends the dais, smugly approaching the microphone. "My insignificant , me loving, Americans...my second, maybe not last, term is gonna be HUGE just like this biggest crowd ever assembled to kneel, worship, and kiss my Ferragamos."
Heart leaps when the synthesized "Battle Hymn of the Republic" sounds the doorbell, like a fanfare, heralds a much anticipated reunion refrain from checking appearance, my social media being honest, our souls already bared naked by years of unashamed conversation moth-to-flame mania propels me to my friend
Warmth and light seem to permeate the still shut front door flooding the entry way when eagerly opened beauty before me appears undiminished, enhanced by age kind, stunning blue eyes, radiant smile true to remembrance naturally we fall...
A pleasant Summer breeze whispers through the ahuehuete slightly agitating las luminarias that border with shimmering light the expansive red-brick patio festively decorated with garlands of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress, lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá, con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional. I'm the center of attention in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos. The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas, the sound of música alegre played by el Mariachi, thrill my senses.