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Rosie's Colored Birds in Flight (The Queen of Corona)
“......I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee “
my mind, freely follows
like a hungry bird
following bread crumbs
strewn across
the snowy winter ground
hot and steamy
drips of your prose,
a creamy decadent delight
inundate my brain
aroused,
horny,
body burning,
sensually insane
the root of all my evils
burst forth from within
my dark, rich vein
you inspired this
Caligulan dream.......
…..my mind, my behind followed you into the abyss
desires to
squeeze you hardening nipples
to stroke your pulsating pussy
to feel it wrapped around
my dick, rock hard.....oozing lust
taste the bitter sweetness of my crème
“Wanting you to put my fire out......”
I just want to “let it burn.....got to let it burn”
and then
you turned me away
so crazy, this insanity
to pull me in and turn me around
to send the erotic torrent of lust loose
smashing it to the ground
when all I want to do is.......
…..absorb your inkspill
“midnight blue”
to serve you this love potion
the way your mind and body
is asking me too......
to feed your desires
my lips caressing down your spine
resting against your curvy mounds
pulling your cheeks apart
my tongue pushed deep inside your behind
Until your tingling hole is so wet.....
…..to fuck you, righteously
to spank your ass until it's
warm and red
…..for I need to cum long and hard too
long, deep thrust
all up inside you
to see you “naked” before my eyes
in full view
my mind, freely follows you
like a hungry bird
following the bread crumbs
you spread out for me across the ground.......
(sigh) Crazy?
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