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Textile With a Smile
Our cloth of sex, we over see
Our satisfaction's soon to be
The warp and woof as we make love
Sometimes beneath, sometimes above
Your nipples and your lips I kiss
My tongue tip enters your abyss
Your mouth surrounds my second head
As we test textiles of the bed
My hardness touches moistened fold
The firmness of your breasts I hold
My length and girth do penetrate
Your depths responding as we mate
Your climax mixing with my cream
We are the weavers of my dream
Our satisfaction's soon to be
The warp and woof as we make love
Sometimes beneath, sometimes above
Your nipples and your lips I kiss
My tongue tip enters your abyss
Your mouth surrounds my second head
As we test textiles of the bed
My hardness touches moistened fold
The firmness of your breasts I hold
My length and girth do penetrate
Your depths responding as we mate
Your climax mixing with my cream
We are the weavers of my dream
Published 30th Mar 2023
Author's Note
Did you ever think about the materials of fornication?
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Clever use of textile metaphors. My family did once live in Manchester, England, when it was a great centre of the British textile industry. Ironic that in scenes such as this pic the textile is anywhere but on their bodies!
30th Mar 2023 8:47pm
Nude bodies and textiles are not quite the mix
Much better made use of are pussies and Dicks.
The town in which I live was also heavy with textile factories. Now gone to the Caribbean and elsewhere. Thanks for visiting and understanding the metaphors.
Much better made use of are pussies and Dicks.
The town in which I live was also heavy with textile factories. Now gone to the Caribbean and elsewhere. Thanks for visiting and understanding the metaphors.
