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Rhythmic Buckling Too
As I place my hands on your breasts
I sense the art of love is within your chest
I’ll read as if I’m going for some tests
I’ll think as if it’s as serious as game of chess
Your pale pinkish tattoed skin
As I write these words, oh yeah I’m ready to sin
these fingers I’ll get you to hold
as I write these erotic poetries, let them truth be told
truly, there are all sweet words
depictions of pretty little things
I’d say you’re amongst all pretty birds
who’s I’d tie to the bed with some sexy fucking love strings
as we contemplate on the luscious
your sexy legs, does all the talking
the strongest drive, surely sensuous
as we start spooning, then naturally fucking!!
your sweet serenade, captivating!
you’re passion incarnate, ravishing!
I’m enslaved, oh darling dear, please be aware
so easy, it starts with just the nakedness of you are
let’s find a hot bathtub, for the forbidden to awake
pink nipples, petit little breasts, feeling them quake
heated loins, wetness, your sensuous in touch
them soft warm hands, finding my throbbing crotch
“oh christ! hot flushes and I feel that bristling warmth”
“perfectly right between your parted sweet brazillian lips”
Oh Jesus! I feel the snaking of your long slender arm
reverberating on me, snug at your gentle fingertips
like a cougar, you’re beyond imagination
your tightness squeezes tighter and tighter
my knees weaken, I’m losing concentration
mounted by the spooning thighs, straddled with desire
racy heartbeats, I like being dominant
embracing love’s passionate moment
bountiful booty, a rear view simple to adore
fondling the moist clit whilst on all fours
screaming moans, I press the bed with your face
deep warm pussy, I’d pound till there’s embrace
oh yes! oh yes! You’ll loudly plead, orgasm’s building
endorphic eruptions, inside them trembling flesh relentlessly hard as a booty in a rhythmic buckling!
I sense the art of love is within your chest
I’ll read as if I’m going for some tests
I’ll think as if it’s as serious as game of chess
Your pale pinkish tattoed skin
As I write these words, oh yeah I’m ready to sin
these fingers I’ll get you to hold
as I write these erotic poetries, let them truth be told
truly, there are all sweet words
depictions of pretty little things
I’d say you’re amongst all pretty birds
who’s I’d tie to the bed with some sexy fucking love strings
as we contemplate on the luscious
your sexy legs, does all the talking
the strongest drive, surely sensuous
as we start spooning, then naturally fucking!!
your sweet serenade, captivating!
you’re passion incarnate, ravishing!
I’m enslaved, oh darling dear, please be aware
so easy, it starts with just the nakedness of you are
let’s find a hot bathtub, for the forbidden to awake
pink nipples, petit little breasts, feeling them quake
heated loins, wetness, your sensuous in touch
them soft warm hands, finding my throbbing crotch
“oh christ! hot flushes and I feel that bristling warmth”
“perfectly right between your parted sweet brazillian lips”
Oh Jesus! I feel the snaking of your long slender arm
reverberating on me, snug at your gentle fingertips
like a cougar, you’re beyond imagination
your tightness squeezes tighter and tighter
my knees weaken, I’m losing concentration
mounted by the spooning thighs, straddled with desire
racy heartbeats, I like being dominant
embracing love’s passionate moment
bountiful booty, a rear view simple to adore
fondling the moist clit whilst on all fours
screaming moans, I press the bed with your face
deep warm pussy, I’d pound till there’s embrace
oh yes! oh yes! You’ll loudly plead, orgasm’s building
endorphic eruptions, inside them trembling flesh relentlessly hard as a booty in a rhythmic buckling!
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