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Wet, Ruby-Red Blossoms

It is Springtime, and my yearning desire seeks
to plunge deeply, to dive into the warm wetness
of ruby-red blossoms, whose sweet, fragrant petals
are ever open to receive me, and whose moist depths
are fertile with insatiably amorous anticipations.
It is Springtime in the blissful garden of heat,
wet blossoms dancing, prancing in the jasmine breeze,
sending forth their passionate scent, delicious lips,
dripping-wet petals, moaning with ecstasy, licking, kissing,
sucking, devouring deeply, their rhythmic, fertile heat,
wet with insatiable bliss, quivering, writhing with desire.
I dive deeply, deeply, plunging deep within the moist blossoms,
their petals wet with my overflowing passions,
their sweet lips drinking, savoring my liquid ecstasy,
hot, wet maiden petals moaning with deep, fragrant joys.
It is always Springtime
deep within my wet, fertile, ruby-red blossoms of love.

(Copyright (c) 2002, All Rights Reserved)
Written by EpicTrek1618 (Ken Scott)
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