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POEM INSPIRED BY 'DARK BERRIES'
On that sultry southern summer night
left-open shutter lets in moonlight
as my torso you palm, cup and stroke,
inner awakening you provoke,
with odd playful tug on tail of hair,
which you say, 'Don't undo - like it there.'
My back to you, by your hand I led
you forward, got breasts-down on the bed.
The moon's light on the cheeks of my rear
you say you notice. as you draw near,
to massage my shoulders and back's small.
my feet, calves and thighs, ass cheeks and all.
From foot of the bed you forward ease,
creeping between my legs on your knees.
My bare skin feels your stiff tip rising,
then my thighs apart you are prising,
You hand stroke upon my pussy lips,
then dip your fingers between my hips.
Around your hand I tight clench my thighs,
My first great moan from me does rise,
leaving you no doubt I want you here.
'Take me now as you are, from my rear'
I tell you. You then let yourself in,
and the rampant doggying begin.
With guiding pull from one of my hands,
stopping short of your pendulous glands.
Into my core you're drilling your need
in repeated thrusts, until your seed
ejects from you deep into my depths.
You slump upon me, we get our breaths.
Our bodies' sweat mingles upon our skins.
Your calves I caress with back-twined shins,
while down on my neck your kisses rain.
You squeeze my left breast unto near pain,
which sets off another rush of juice.
Thigh skin feels rub of your wet prepuce.
I roll on back so my front's in sight,
my erected nipples now upright,
letting you make of my breasts a meal,
and give my belly a tongueing feel.
My dog becomes a missionary,
when you mount again, full frontally,
This leaves me free to get my own back,
leaving in yours a fingernail track,
while downwards into my core you push,
pounding my wettened labial bush,
until, same time, we come again,
repeating the orgasmic refrain.
left-open shutter lets in moonlight
as my torso you palm, cup and stroke,
inner awakening you provoke,
with odd playful tug on tail of hair,
which you say, 'Don't undo - like it there.'
My back to you, by your hand I led
you forward, got breasts-down on the bed.
The moon's light on the cheeks of my rear
you say you notice. as you draw near,
to massage my shoulders and back's small.
my feet, calves and thighs, ass cheeks and all.
From foot of the bed you forward ease,
creeping between my legs on your knees.
My bare skin feels your stiff tip rising,
then my thighs apart you are prising,
You hand stroke upon my pussy lips,
then dip your fingers between my hips.
Around your hand I tight clench my thighs,
My first great moan from me does rise,
leaving you no doubt I want you here.
'Take me now as you are, from my rear'
I tell you. You then let yourself in,
and the rampant doggying begin.
With guiding pull from one of my hands,
stopping short of your pendulous glands.
Into my core you're drilling your need
in repeated thrusts, until your seed
ejects from you deep into my depths.
You slump upon me, we get our breaths.
Our bodies' sweat mingles upon our skins.
Your calves I caress with back-twined shins,
while down on my neck your kisses rain.
You squeeze my left breast unto near pain,
which sets off another rush of juice.
Thigh skin feels rub of your wet prepuce.
I roll on back so my front's in sight,
my erected nipples now upright,
letting you make of my breasts a meal,
and give my belly a tongueing feel.
My dog becomes a missionary,
when you mount again, full frontally,
This leaves me free to get my own back,
leaving in yours a fingernail track,
while downwards into my core you push,
pounding my wettened labial bush,
until, same time, we come again,
repeating the orgasmic refrain.
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