Cherry stroke my Fancy

Past daze of days, soaked together..
Muddy, murky, restless that lead into sleepless,  disolved mind ..
And heart and a part of me i could not
Quite....
Put my finger on..
Was missing.
 
Womanly intuition told me that piece
Laid deep within my part..
... cherry red,
Ripe and in need of bite..
.. just a taste might have sufficed..
But i have never had command of slight.
 
So i decided to go down trying..
 
I readied myself..
I ravished erotic writes, stimulating my bon vivant,  
Quite inspired, fine wine and dining my desire for the deliciously unpure perverse..
Until ready to burst and my she bopping...
(wearing a memory smile like first lick of ice cream)
My she bop..
An epic absofucking skookum, yes, bestial rub...
Results: resounding success!
Liberation of the lost by way of masturbation...
Gorgeous O O O
 
Daze was not lifted, rather, increased.
...but was no longer muddy, murky soaked...but red hazed and so juicy.
 
In fact,  i passed several more (and still do)  
In my crease every time the flavour of cherry stroked my fancy. 🍒