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69
Face to face where the sun don’t shine
A sinful sacred kiss
Teasing tongues to deep fulfilment
A mutual state of bliss
Those silent lips compel me to enjoy the subtle taste
Her sweet anticipation as she trickles down my face.
Puckered lips a firm embrace
A magic carpet ride
A feast of seed delivered from pulsating gush of pride.
A sinful sacred kiss
Teasing tongues to deep fulfilment
A mutual state of bliss
Those silent lips compel me to enjoy the subtle taste
Her sweet anticipation as she trickles down my face.
Puckered lips a firm embrace
A magic carpet ride
A feast of seed delivered from pulsating gush of pride.
Published 19th Apr 2020
Author's Note
While the church bells ring on a sinful Sunday morning,
a breakfast of desire keeps our spirits high from falling.
a breakfast of desire keeps our spirits high from falling.
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20th Apr 2020 10:39am
I liked the “magic carpet ride” part. Was that a reference to the song by Steppenwolf? That would have been a popular song in 69! 😃
20th Apr 2020 5:05pm
It may have been a subconscious nod to the Wolfies, mainly its a reference to the tongue. As my lady sits comfortably I take her on a ride she'll never forget. ;P
