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White Splashes and Blue Satin Sheets
"....and we'd steal away
every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley,
the trusty woods
I used her she used me,
but neither one cared
We were getting our share.....
....workin' on our night moves" Bob Segar
White splashes
upon blue satin sheets
wet with
tiffany-tinged sweat
and hot ball musk
dare meet.......it's lustful fragrance so damned sweet
two wild animals,
on disheveled bed
short curls of hair
from deep within her lusty lair
long strands from her head
flung back and forth
to and fro
right there...
(.....light on love; hot and heavy, neither of us really dared give a care)
my lustful memories
can recall
and replay
every heated moment,
lurid wet kisses,
tongues intertwined
hands groping tingling flesh
pussy wet like caNDy rain,
dick as hard as cold black steel
…..going out of my mind
gnawing on it
milking it for all it's worth
the power in our bumpin' and grindin'
shakin' the room
rotating the muthafuckin' earth
…...the apocalypse cometh now
white splashes
upon blue satin sheets
my balls swingin' like a pendulum
concussive echoes
against and between
your wide-open thighs
sensual, wet
womanly-flesh
crashing
into me......my, my, my
Published 17th Jun 2016
| Edited 18th Jun 2016
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17th Jun 2016 6:33pm
......thoughts of an old man spawned by the summer heat. "Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line.....? 👣
Or has time rewritten every line.....? 👣
17th Jun 2016 7:58pm
Favourite verse for its evocation of the wildness of sex (also suggested by accompanying pics):
two wild animals,
on disheveled bed
short curls of hair
from deep within her lusty lair
long strands from her head
flung back and forth
to and fro
right there...
Rhyming summary came to mind:
My trousers down, her legs apart;
That was how these wild times would start.
two wild animals,
on disheveled bed
short curls of hair
from deep within her lusty lair
long strands from her head
flung back and forth
to and fro
right there...
Rhyming summary came to mind:
My trousers down, her legs apart;
That was how these wild times would start.
18th Jun 2016 2:24am
