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Red Door
“........The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies”
the red door...
…..opened up
and my God, I wanted more,
so much more
the power of her potion
I can't fathom
it was as if those
slender legs went on
for miles
shaped like
a Pinot Noir glass,
fashioned exquisitely by the creator s hands
triggering a solitary muscle,
yielding a smile
as she spread those thighs
joining her hips and derriere
with the simple, sensual elegance...perfection
and alas her fragrant Airomé,
filled my nostrils.....I am open
my mouth sipped from her
thin-lipped, svelte profile
it's shape, perfect for swirling
her finest vintage
lips sucking, tongue curling....satisfaction
the sweet breath of her pussy
intoxicates me, lest I breathe
it's enchantment
the fragrance of her
“Red Door”.....
….I want more, yes I want more
Published 24th Dec 2017
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Anonymous
- Edited 9th Jun 2019 1:47pm
25th Dec 2017 2:33am
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25th Dec 2017 3:38am
....did you tenderly breach her red door?
...and did she eagerly allow you in? I'm nosey!-😋
Sexy ass write!
...and did she eagerly allow you in? I'm nosey!-😋
Sexy ass write!
25th Dec 2017 6:33am
Seriously...you quoted a celine dion song and red door perfume.I must say this is a good poem though. Do you make the pictures for all your erotic writings
Anonymous
- Edited 30th Jan 2023 2:45pm
30th Dec 2017 1:25pm
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26th Feb 2018 6:08am
Tasty sensuous piece which does leave the reader "wanting more"! Favourite lines, for illustration of the slow burning warmth of its tone:
it was as if those
slender legs went on
for miles
shaped like
a Pinot Noir glass,
fashioned exquisitely by the creator s hands
triggering a solitary muscle,
yielding a smile
it was as if those
slender legs went on
for miles
shaped like
a Pinot Noir glass,
fashioned exquisitely by the creator s hands
triggering a solitary muscle,
yielding a smile
