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Image for the poem As we lay (CasketSharpe & Beautiful Becca Collaboration)

As we lay (CasketSharpe & Beautiful Becca Collaboration)

(Beautiful Becca)
As I lay with just my silk pillow and sheet
I canít wait until once again we meet
A thought randomly crosses my mind
As the darkness flow with the tic-tock of time

As I lay massaging my over-sized clit
That releases a juicy drop from your visual dick
With my fingers your name pops into my mind
With a vivid image of being fucked from behind

On a silver velvet chair so classy with a carpet of red, white and black
Because delicious dick is one thing you donít lack
I hope the door is locked?
While I finger fuck myself thinking of your dark-skinned thick cock

Now as I lay...I'm smiling from ear to ear
About the last time, you fingering my ass and pussy that produced a single lonely tear
Thoughts destroyed like a mind blast
From pulsating pussy and clinching ass

Shallow breathing, arched back as I begin to sweat
Aaahhhhh, as I lay, the sticky sweet aroma clarifies the bed is wet
That u should be drying up
Don't worry, the time is soon coming for you to fill my cup

Cup, canteen, wine glass or bucket
Iím gonna love it-then heavenly fuck it
Insisting when I enter to be protected
But after feeling the first raw you said forget it

As I lay-the work kidnappings almost every other day
To go to my apartment and sexual play
Teaching and trying new sexual techniques
Advancing out levels of being each otherís erotic freak

A memorable moment is when you went to sleep
Waking up wet and me up in you deep
The process happened week after week
Because we were at the laundry mat washing a pussy soaked sheet

My Georgia peach-my Georgia freak
Every night I think about you before going to sleep
As I lay with your big clit hovering over my tongue
I never told you that vision always make me pre-cum

And when I connect-I love that country-girl moaning sound
That put me on that pussy hunt like a Mississippi coon hound
When caught I always fucked you with eyes closed
Because eye contact would make me unload in your love hole

Lose control-filling you up to the edge and beyond
Because youíre good pussy is always the bomb
Like your nursing skills performing a surgical strike
You will always be in my heart for the rest of my life.
Written by CasketSharpe
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