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This Christmas......( uncommon words and mental music)
"toi et moi seuls dans la soif de Noël"
Hey girl, how you doin'? My name is Archie.....just call me “MMM”
and I
don't want
to make love
tonight
(…..though I would be remiss,
resisting the sounds
of wet lips that kiss,
a prelude to the sensuality
that erupts from feelings
that words can hardly describe
so if I might inquire.......)
…..what are you feeling
when I'm inside your stomach so deep?
pumping your body like a
stallion in heat....every thrust,
between our tepid union
love juices start to seep
grinding our coffee
churning that sweet butter rum
the savage battle befalling our bodies
until our sex is temporally numb and we are
awaiting the sunrise, revitalized
waiting to get us “some”.......just a little more “cum”
what does it feel like
in the moments when my hose white washes
your creamy walls?
like an airplane in flight
making a steep ascent
do I take your breathe away
as our craft begins to stall
and our bodies begin to fall
back to earth, fade to black
wrapped up in the wreckage,
you on your back and I between your legs
begging for more........
“........will you fuck me , once again? my sexy little creole whore” .....
.....deep within these feelings
when we're
grinding,
churning
thrusting,
lusting each other
over and over again and again
and I
don't want
to make love 2 U
tonight
Sweet Kitty Cat
dreams of
your body, all over my body fucking me..........right
upon a sultry yuletide night ❄❄❄
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