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Trou de Chatte (aka Trou de Miel)
…...luscious tart,
sweet
an ocular delight, just like that
feeling the depths of my emotion
viewing each an every frame
mesmerized by the languished
coital motions
I like your sex.........
and your body's lustful arousal,
legs draped across my strong shoulders
lips swollen inside
your own brand of brash, feminine bravado
sliding in and out of your
wetness I can clearly see.....
…..I can feel your desire
squeezing me
wantonly, wanting me
in every stroke,
Wanting me, longing to capture
every moan deep inside your kiss
Deeply, passionately
breathing me in
grinding so sensually,
so erotically
......give me the night
kisses so extravagant
so intimate
beyond all compare.......
.....my magic hands pulling down your underwear
Oooo, the smoldering “fire that we make”
we can no longer hold it nor shake it
Praying that you feel it so damned deep
pelvic thrust meeting
Love's nectar sweet,
seeping from within our union
you are the air that I breath,
I need you to survive......
luscious and phat,
Trou de Chatte......just like that
Published 30th Dec 2021
| Edited 31st Dec 2021
Author's Note
......the language of love flowers even the most vulgar speech.
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