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Happier Days
A winter's morning could augur a day
That's happy as you blow him in the breeze;
You're on your knees contented in the play
Of tongue and - careful - teeth - that gently seize
The member of the man that you've desired
To serve with every fiber of your being;
The dawn has drizzled daylight, night's expired;
Lost in drifting thought, are you now seeing
The extent of his need? This may well fill
That eager mouth you present for his use;
You suck and lick and taste with passing skill
In the chill hope he'll come and, in the truce,
That follows lust victorious, he slaps
Your face awake to happy days perhaps.
That's happy as you blow him in the breeze;
You're on your knees contented in the play
Of tongue and - careful - teeth - that gently seize
The member of the man that you've desired
To serve with every fiber of your being;
The dawn has drizzled daylight, night's expired;
Lost in drifting thought, are you now seeing
The extent of his need? This may well fill
That eager mouth you present for his use;
You suck and lick and taste with passing skill
In the chill hope he'll come and, in the truce,
That follows lust victorious, he slaps
Your face awake to happy days perhaps.
Published 17th Dec 2014
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20th Jul 2022 4:02pm
I'm clueless about all the slapping,
But this sonnet is stacked as neat as an Lego schoolhouse!
But this sonnet is stacked as neat as an Lego schoolhouse!
