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Memories and Black Memoirs (Pt.2)
“I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like.....”
….pushing pedals in a sweltering heat
feverishly longing a clandestine meet
less than 24 hours
since the first time
we “made wet the bed”
crossing the threshold
of my doorway.
beads of prickly sweat lacing the
the crown of her pretty blonde head
how she melted into my arms,
even deeper into my favorite chair
naked from my shower, I pulled
aside her lace-white underwear,
her soft red mane
surrounding her prickly peach
thick black cock enters
for just the second time
tight, pretty, pink......pussy deep
fall, summer romance,
"ain't never gonna' break my stride"
her body moves like the waters run deep
and just like the time before,
“baby” let me cum so deep inside
toes curled tightly
back so severely bent
deep oscillations
spawn her release
"I just can't stop"
doing her over and over again
(just like a drug, "Summer Love, summer love")
lost in the moments
lazy mornings, waiting
those hot, noon day “bicycle rides”
Mmmmm, black memoirs, stolen moments
and beautiful gray memories
of you and me
Published 22nd May 2019
Author's Note
.......lazy days and memories I can never forget
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- Edited 8th May 2020 8:45pm
23rd May 2019 12:59pm
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23rd May 2019 4:57pm
Yes summer loving, a forbidden lust.......and a strong connection to a young lady 17 years my junior who taught me all of the "splendors" in the grass better than anyone before or since. Such an easy write. .......
......thanks for reading me 😉
......thanks for reading me 😉
