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HER BOBBING BLOND HEAD
Her bobbing blond head,
'twixt my thighs in bed,
was all that I saw
a half hour or more,
as she gave pleasure,
tongued round my treasure
getting me upright
and far from uptight,
so I could go in
to her parts virgin,
(already soaking
from body stroking
given each other
after clothes cover
had been set aside
preparing to ride)
consummate our love
with her crouched above,
breasts overhanging
in our first banging.
'twixt my thighs in bed,
was all that I saw
a half hour or more,
as she gave pleasure,
tongued round my treasure
getting me upright
and far from uptight,
so I could go in
to her parts virgin,
(already soaking
from body stroking
given each other
after clothes cover
had been set aside
preparing to ride)
consummate our love
with her crouched above,
breasts overhanging
in our first banging.
Published 12th Feb 2022
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The first line was the poetry prompt. Not autobiographical, imaginative.
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