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LIL DRAGONFLY'S EROTIC WISHES - ANOTHER VERSION
Inspired by the picture accompanying the earlier poem by Michael Goodridge.
I get the bath running, the mirror starts to steam
While I set about fulfilling your hottest dream:
"Arms up!" I bark, so I can pull off your crop top,
Unveil your delightful boobies and see them drop
To the level at which they naturally protrude.
With one hand I pull your pants down, getting you nude.
With the other I anchor you by your blonde tail
So you can't run away, stay in thrall to this male.
You slip a long leg deftly over my shoulder,
Drawing my face towards you by a leg holder.
From bikini line upwards I kiss to your face
In a line via your navel and boobies I trace.
A hand's lift by your thighs, your last foot comes off floor,
So you see the filled bath, and guess what's next in store.
I let go of your tail so I can drop you in it.
Splashed, I strip off clothes still on, join you in minute,
Get caught in your yogically positioned limbs,
Experimentally connecting, satisfy whims.
I get the bath running, the mirror starts to steam
While I set about fulfilling your hottest dream:
"Arms up!" I bark, so I can pull off your crop top,
Unveil your delightful boobies and see them drop
To the level at which they naturally protrude.
With one hand I pull your pants down, getting you nude.
With the other I anchor you by your blonde tail
So you can't run away, stay in thrall to this male.
You slip a long leg deftly over my shoulder,
Drawing my face towards you by a leg holder.
From bikini line upwards I kiss to your face
In a line via your navel and boobies I trace.
A hand's lift by your thighs, your last foot comes off floor,
So you see the filled bath, and guess what's next in store.
I let go of your tail so I can drop you in it.
Splashed, I strip off clothes still on, join you in minute,
Get caught in your yogically positioned limbs,
Experimentally connecting, satisfy whims.
Published 1st Aug 2017
| Edited 21st Sep 2017
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1st Aug 2017 10:52pm
Mirror's not the only thing steaming ... "Get caught in your yogically positioned limbs" - very clever.
