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Scenic WInter Views
Clouds had fallen
as we slept
obliterating the forest floor
in a fleecy surface
of angelic white
encrusted with a hint
of diamond-like sparkles
Her brown hair fell
just below the shoulders
lining perfectly
across her bare back
Upright briefly
she eased forward
into the downward dog
bringing her palms
to the cool hardwood
leaving me mesmerized
by the unobstructed view
of her bent lower half
Of course, she catches me
peering between the space
of those toned legs
drawn to her bottom
and the shock of pink
that already
has me licking my lips
Holding the pose,
"come see this"
she beckons
"we had quite a storm"
Unraveling from the covers
I am quickly on my feet
as she returns to the
standing posture
There is no masking
my pleasure,
no hiding
my responsive cock
And I am behind her,
arms pulling her tight to me
as we inhale the beauty
of the cabin's view
And she is back down
palms out
and shifting enough
to line me up
- her invitation
for me to push
And it is breathtaking.
as we slept
obliterating the forest floor
in a fleecy surface
of angelic white
encrusted with a hint
of diamond-like sparkles
Her brown hair fell
just below the shoulders
lining perfectly
across her bare back
Upright briefly
she eased forward
into the downward dog
bringing her palms
to the cool hardwood
leaving me mesmerized
by the unobstructed view
of her bent lower half
Of course, she catches me
peering between the space
of those toned legs
drawn to her bottom
and the shock of pink
that already
has me licking my lips
Holding the pose,
"come see this"
she beckons
"we had quite a storm"
Unraveling from the covers
I am quickly on my feet
as she returns to the
standing posture
There is no masking
my pleasure,
no hiding
my responsive cock
And I am behind her,
arms pulling her tight to me
as we inhale the beauty
of the cabin's view
And she is back down
palms out
and shifting enough
to line me up
- her invitation
for me to push
And it is breathtaking.
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