Snow From the Ceiling

enchanted,
as your skirt
speak sensual spells

implanted
with kisses in concert,
I slowly start to swell

placing platinum streaks
till I smell the strong breeze,
of your bold aroma

the rich recipe reeks
as your tongue freeze,
from the cold Corona

I pluck your ponytail,
steering frosty
licks to my lance

then derail,
to making that lofty
booty dance

echoing urges
to go harder,
a seductive song to my psyche

submerged
inside your petals a gardener,
still holding your hair tightly

wielding control
enhancing your arch,
I glow with the feeling

simply celestial
as though sparks,
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snow from the ceiling
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I expand even more,
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stretching the barrier
within                 *
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lying on the floor
bare with her,
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as we shed our skin...
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