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The Bike Ride (final chapter)

Final chapter

My fingers were curling her breasts
Her Driving becomes a zestful wrest,
Twitching the nipples, makes it hard
Perfect time,to play my Trump card

It's time to slide in her juicy burrow
Throbbing her youth making clit furrow,
Stroking wildly & rubbing slither
She,Melting & moaning musical zither

Bewildering bike on barren road
Colliding it on "No Parking" board
Bruised & wounded, drowsing on pave
Submerged in eyes, building love trave.

Somehow, our "The Bike Ride" ends
Hope mojas' love never bends...
Hope our love never bends...
Written by Mojas (Archit Mojasia)
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Author's Note
The last but the most juicy part of poem series "The Bike Ride". Read above two parts before reading this for refrence of the poem. Do comment and share your critic's. Follow me to read more like this.
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