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Chatte au Rouge...(pour Jen)
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]“You could be my silver spring
Blue green colors flashing
I would be your only dream
your shining autumn, ocean crashing......” Fleetwood Mac
Chatte au Rouge
glistening, sparkling
like finest wine
reflections in thine eyes
folded petals slowly beginning to spread, wet
her brilliant chroma
cauldron filled with fire
incense me,
slay me with fragrance divine
her wet moist descent
down my cocks length,
right
down
the
line...
...deeply thrusting her red plateau
flesh kiss flesh
feeling the fires burning below
“....faire l'amour”
mahogany and pink blend into
a caramel sweet
desire,
the pricking of your
white, hot fire
“ Chatte au Rouge “
Published 3rd Oct 2015
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3rd Oct 2015 6:30pm
Thank You Calamity Gin for "the gift" of life's bright colors on last evening. This is as close to being speechless that I've ever been : ) Think I'll take a "bath" now 8-)
3rd Oct 2015 6:42pm
Your very welcome My dark King my pink heart glistened with thoughts of you, thought you should have a look see. This piece is as beautiful as you are.
In rapture.
You enchant me.
I melt.
🌸Jennifer
In rapture.
You enchant me.
I melt.
🌸Jennifer
3rd Oct 2015 6:54pm
....and I did steal a fleeting glance sweet queen. I delight in tasting your prickly pear love. Mmmmmm...Chatte au Rouge ; )
3rd Oct 2015 6:56pm
3rd Oct 2015 6:59pm
Well it suits, have a red shoe fettish...shhh a secret. Teehee
Oh! And my toenails are painted blue!! Must have been seeing me through some kind of astral projection.
Oh! And my toenails are painted blue!! Must have been seeing me through some kind of astral projection.
3rd Oct 2015 8:36pm
3rd Oct 2015 8:41pm
Anonymous
3rd Oct 2015 9:26pm
Ahhh . . . Kickass poetry, MrM. You gave the sexual act a hot, down to the wire piece of writing. This, to me is my favorite lines for me to uote . . .
"...deeply thrusting her red plateau
flesh kiss flesh
feeling the fires burning below
....faire l'amour” . . .
faire l'mour indeed . . .
"...deeply thrusting her red plateau
flesh kiss flesh
feeling the fires burning below
....faire l'amour” . . .
faire l'mour indeed . . .
5th Oct 2015 4:36pm
*moto rev* once more Scooter. Thank you for the compliment and the read......
5th Oct 2015 9:46am
A sensual homage by conjure, misters M..
this piece was highly recommended by my Creampuff and very much enjoyed in every aspect!
was enthralled at mention of Fleetwood Mac.. and the unfurling thereafter was beautiful..
"folded petals slowly beginning to spread, wet
her brilliant chroma
cauldron filled with fire"
~stunned at your gentle manipulation here.. perfect word cascade.
..in entirety, this reads in molten hues of desire.. your palette divine..
truly a pleasure,
~d
this piece was highly recommended by my Creampuff and very much enjoyed in every aspect!
was enthralled at mention of Fleetwood Mac.. and the unfurling thereafter was beautiful..
"folded petals slowly beginning to spread, wet
her brilliant chroma
cauldron filled with fire"
~stunned at your gentle manipulation here.. perfect word cascade.
..in entirety, this reads in molten hues of desire.. your palette divine..
truly a pleasure,
~d
5th Oct 2015 4:38pm
....and I bow to you Milady for your critical commentary. Glad to be able to rouse the desired emotions through words........ : )
