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Neapolitan Dream
(...eat the cake Anna Mae)
Neapolitan
the compromise, misleading
at best
I love the taste of my dick
with swirls of pussy glaze.....
…...like krispy crème doughnuts under the hot red'light
melting against our lips
as we kiss each other
tongues exchanging glances.....
......our breath no longer fresh
legs spread wide
black cock buried deep inside
my hips churning butta' love to
a slow, red hot boil
as her pot runneth over
(oh to kiss a Raven mid flight........)
no one knows except us
and we don't care
these freak-nasty things we do when we're "down" there
I mean like.....
our own lukewarm concoction
creamy white, salty spunk
peach flambe, sweet sticky honey thang
with just the right amount of “beep, beep, zip....tang”
you and I
O, so, tropicalé....
…..loving the smell
and the haunting memories
of
what “we” do to.....
…. create a hot "sex on a platter 4 2"
vanilla, strawberry....chocolate
funk 49
the slippery stiction
(such an oxymoron)
the human kind
(….I can't stop “stinking” about it right now)
Neapolitan.
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