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SweetKittyCat Has Been Captured
Life on the run has been, liberating, fun
Sought, and caught in the heat of the sun
By John Dillinger himself
In the desert, on a bed of sand, stealing my panting breaths
Legs linked around his neck
Tenderly licking my cunt, then making love to my mouth, punishment as dealt
Marring my delicate skin with his gun belt
Surrendering to him my moans, my whimpers, scratching his back with fine welts
Rapture unto us has been felt
Between my thighs
Fingering my pussy, tasting the gift inside
Cupping my hips, pulling me into the fountain of his mouth
No medicine to cure for his addiction to my wet south
The best food he ravishes after he’s knelt
Mm… His arrowing tongue marinating deep inside my honeyed wet
Plaming my breasts, back flapping, ecstasy instilled, my body juices on his tongue begin to softly melt
Uplifting his girth, shooting it inside
Famished for my loving, no tenderness for his dick ride
I cannot keep up
Deeper and deeper plummeting inside my lover’s cup
Licking over my lips
Bearing his weight on me, plaming my hips
Double humping me, mmm… I’m loving his dominating harden hits
“Let me feel you whore”
Palming the sand, dipping inside me harder, sweat dripping from his pores
Grunting in anger, darting his dick harder inside my pussy even more
His lust, my submissive will, as bodies in the height of the moment set free
My heart he has, passion spillage, emotions of mingling juices slowly we relieve
Handcuffed, yet satisfied and brought in
Demanding no one touches his pussy, or his guns will blaze once again
Mm…. for the seduction of my wicked sins
My drools of pleasure still glistening on his chin
Later, that night
Bodyguards posted at the door, for his seductress possible risk flight
Pleasing his needs once again under silk covers
Will not allow me to escape his bed, his French Creole poetic lover
His dick hungrily slipping inside me
Whispering in my ear he cannot live without my sultriness, my tease
Weakening my will to walk away behind his begs, his pleads
His tongue finding mine
Bodies gyrating like moving sands of time
Intoxicating our senses like sipping unto each other’s carnal wine
Mm… he knows once he’s deep inside me
I’m his by fate’s designs, as far as the eyes can see
His lips hover
Pulling him deep into me, my nipple his tongue lick, mouth smothers
Kneeling once again on his knees
My festishes he knows by all degrees
John Dillinger can be so demanding of his wants when he needs to cum
Calling out to the skies, his satisfaction, our passion on the run
Tasted the honey drippings from his dick, anchoring inside my creamy butter rum
On my back he has me to the rising of the sun
I was so sure three men would have dropped him with all those firing of blazing guns
Sought, caught, the flame flickering drawing the virility of this handsome moth
A Finale Poem To My Contest
Thank you all who participated
Sought, and caught in the heat of the sun
By John Dillinger himself
In the desert, on a bed of sand, stealing my panting breaths
Legs linked around his neck
Tenderly licking my cunt, then making love to my mouth, punishment as dealt
Marring my delicate skin with his gun belt
Surrendering to him my moans, my whimpers, scratching his back with fine welts
Rapture unto us has been felt
Between my thighs
Fingering my pussy, tasting the gift inside
Cupping my hips, pulling me into the fountain of his mouth
No medicine to cure for his addiction to my wet south
The best food he ravishes after he’s knelt
Mm… His arrowing tongue marinating deep inside my honeyed wet
Plaming my breasts, back flapping, ecstasy instilled, my body juices on his tongue begin to softly melt
Uplifting his girth, shooting it inside
Famished for my loving, no tenderness for his dick ride
I cannot keep up
Deeper and deeper plummeting inside my lover’s cup
Licking over my lips
Bearing his weight on me, plaming my hips
Double humping me, mmm… I’m loving his dominating harden hits
“Let me feel you whore”
Palming the sand, dipping inside me harder, sweat dripping from his pores
Grunting in anger, darting his dick harder inside my pussy even more
His lust, my submissive will, as bodies in the height of the moment set free
My heart he has, passion spillage, emotions of mingling juices slowly we relieve
Handcuffed, yet satisfied and brought in
Demanding no one touches his pussy, or his guns will blaze once again
Mm…. for the seduction of my wicked sins
My drools of pleasure still glistening on his chin
Later, that night
Bodyguards posted at the door, for his seductress possible risk flight
Pleasing his needs once again under silk covers
Will not allow me to escape his bed, his French Creole poetic lover
His dick hungrily slipping inside me
Whispering in my ear he cannot live without my sultriness, my tease
Weakening my will to walk away behind his begs, his pleads
His tongue finding mine
Bodies gyrating like moving sands of time
Intoxicating our senses like sipping unto each other’s carnal wine
Mm… he knows once he’s deep inside me
I’m his by fate’s designs, as far as the eyes can see
His lips hover
Pulling him deep into me, my nipple his tongue lick, mouth smothers
Kneeling once again on his knees
My festishes he knows by all degrees
John Dillinger can be so demanding of his wants when he needs to cum
Calling out to the skies, his satisfaction, our passion on the run
Tasted the honey drippings from his dick, anchoring inside my creamy butter rum
On my back he has me to the rising of the sun
I was so sure three men would have dropped him with all those firing of blazing guns
Sought, caught, the flame flickering drawing the virility of this handsome moth
A Finale Poem To My Contest
Thank you all who participated
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