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ACROSS THE BEDSTEAD
Across the bedstead
she lay, her legs spread,
bare as a chicken
plucked before stuffin',
breathing heavily
in a reverie,
finger inside her
wet bushed vagina
as if to beckon
my attuned hard-on,
open before me,
welcoming entry
of my manliness
into her wetness
as I stood facing ,
with my heart racing ,
her abandonment
to the imminent.
she lay, her legs spread,
bare as a chicken
plucked before stuffin',
breathing heavily
in a reverie,
finger inside her
wet bushed vagina
as if to beckon
my attuned hard-on,
open before me,
welcoming entry
of my manliness
into her wetness
as I stood facing ,
with my heart racing ,
her abandonment
to the imminent.
Published 24th Jan 2022
| Edited 17th Mar 2022
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24th Jan 2022 7:26am
Concise and just right! Thanks for sharing, this is a raw poem. Literally lol
24th Jan 2022 8:33pm
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- Edited 6th Dec 2022 00:45am
27th Jan 2022 3:25pm
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