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As I disrobe
I glimpse your probe
make extension,
shall I mention?
In the cool air
my nipples bare
rise like pimples;
your smile dimples.

Onto the bed
I kneel. You said:
'I'll follow you
to your rear view.'
Your robe, I hear,
slipping off near.
I quick look round;
a growl's your sound.

To you I bend,
present rear end,
a fingered clit
makes for wet slit
as, on all fours,
I stand. A pause,
as you take aim,
advance, to claim
what is all yours,
free of my draws.
You get behind,
My slit you find,
into it slip
your hardened tip.
You mould around
my back, then pound
your pelvic thrust,
palms rummage bust
now hanging free,
swung temptingly.
Your hands then move
south to the groove,
close where you be
doggying me.
Walls are clenching
you, I'm drenching
your balls swinging.
Then the pinging
as your pearl stream,
mixed with my cream,
comes, exploding
thus unloading
all of the seed
saved for the deed.
Written by Solomon_Song
Author's Note
Inspired by Sweet Kitty Cat 5's latest poem.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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