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Knew Just What To Do


You were a hot July morning
between my wanting thighs.
made me crave vanilla ice cream
as you tasted me from inside.

Smooth as creamy center
I wiggled under scrutiny.
Thrusting hips upon your lips-
begging impalement,
that was me…

Taunting, teasin'.. withdrawing tongue
you made me wanton with need.
Seductive grin, head bent again
deliberation in your feed.

Groping, evokin'.. Sweet misery!
you knew just what to do.
Two fingers inside, one for my backside,
*Collision* of my hips and you.

You were my hot July morning
as sky chasers drew the moon.
I was fetish play throughout the day
But August came too soon.
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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