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Spring Flows Into Summer
Spring woke me with a gentle invitation
into your world of blues, sonnets, and panties.
Our conversation meandered, a brook rippling
melodious over boulders of hidden meaning.
You opened with a question, or was it I
who invited you to a picture of my desire?
Awkward and shy eddied together with brazen and wanton.
You pried away hesitation gently, my petals falling open
as you showed me your columned passion fisted and cradled
in your fingers. My lips ached for it, my tongue hungered
for that velvet, to slide around its ridge and dip into its crevice.
You distracted me with talk of irony, rhythm, and meter
while coaxing the other nipple into your mouth,
and I felt the pull of your suckling twixt my thighs.
Melody flowed freeform from your fingers, handling
a guitar neck as lovingly as they might ripple over naked flesh.
And my rivers flowed for you, viscous between their swollen banks.
Published 26th May 2016
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Anonymous
27th May 2016 1:09am
Ah, after a couple of knockers came along, the door into summer is opened with a thrust.
27th May 2016 5:11am
27th May 2016 2:03am
HOTT DAMN!!! This was HOTT!!! mmmmmm those petals opening look so fucking beautiful lol
27th May 2016 5:10am
27th May 2016 6:13pm
'Awkward and shy eddied together with brazen and wanton.' All of this, all that's here. Beautiful and beating.
27th May 2016 9:37pm
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6th Jun 2016 2:50pm
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