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Red's Guard
A red storm is sprawled across her sheets
Fairy’s danced dots across the cheeks
Strawberry-stained lips parted, plump
Revealing a hint of a sweet tongue
Covers draped like Roman's attire
Leg bare setting my blood on fire
Stiffen peaks from a gentle touch
Shifting in my seat not daring to touch
Movement and moans as she slept
Little beads of sweat ran like rivulets
As if on cue so I can see
She swallowed some air
I want it to be me
Here comes my demise
She opened those fire-green eyes
The cloth slides down
Showing amber crystals glinting from the skies
My resolve crumbled to the floor
I made sure no one came through the door
I tore off my clothes
like it was on fire
pulled the sheet off
my need was dire
I could not wait to see
If she is ready for me
So, I dove in the valley of the Red Sea
Perfect curls surrounded me
She bucked in throws of passion.
I could only imagine
Slamming every thrust
Like a madman
When I thought she was about to peak
She slides her nails
And began to squeeze underneath.
I rose
I stiffen
And came with a roar
Wave after wave
Till there was no more
(Red Heads Right?)
Fairy’s danced dots across the cheeks
Strawberry-stained lips parted, plump
Revealing a hint of a sweet tongue
Covers draped like Roman's attire
Leg bare setting my blood on fire
Stiffen peaks from a gentle touch
Shifting in my seat not daring to touch
Movement and moans as she slept
Little beads of sweat ran like rivulets
As if on cue so I can see
She swallowed some air
I want it to be me
Here comes my demise
She opened those fire-green eyes
The cloth slides down
Showing amber crystals glinting from the skies
My resolve crumbled to the floor
I made sure no one came through the door
I tore off my clothes
like it was on fire
pulled the sheet off
my need was dire
I could not wait to see
If she is ready for me
So, I dove in the valley of the Red Sea
Perfect curls surrounded me
She bucked in throws of passion.
I could only imagine
Slamming every thrust
Like a madman
When I thought she was about to peak
She slides her nails
And began to squeeze underneath.
I rose
I stiffen
And came with a roar
Wave after wave
Till there was no more
(Red Heads Right?)
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