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Kneeling At My Altar....
Looking down at your head of tussled hair,Moving along my stiff pulsating length,Lips shaped in the form of a ridid O,Forcing back my already stretched foreskin.Teeth abrading my length with care,Muscles shivering gently in aftershock,Knees sagging as stomach bends low,Gripping your hair and body balancing.Fingers ringing the base of my manhood,Steadily ......
Written on 05/10/2008 |
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My Tongue Your Personal Place
My Tongue & your personal place no foreplay no warning no sexual energy exchanged when I unzip your jeans push them down toss panties aside lay you on the side of the bed spread your pink lips exposing your personal place slowly circling with my tongue smelling your excitement licking just ......
Written on 05/10/2008 |
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Behind Below And In Between
The waves glide slowly but surely to shoreThe frothing at the mouthAs He descends to his destinationScraping at the roughTickling the surfaceYet still in contact withThe inner boundariesEven though vastAnd inevitably boundless space of beingAlways in a certain strange rhythmGuided by the underbellyThe moist inhabitants beneathBuilding up force fromBEHINDBELOWIN BETWEENCurling its ......
Written on 05/10/2008 |
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Quivering Cheeks
Rounded cheeks,so soft so untouched.They are waiting for itthat first slap of my hand.Knowing what is going to happen,sharp pain at first,instant wetness comes next. Those quiveringwanting more, needing more.Another slap, then again,over and over.The cheeks are turning red.Seeing the arousal between those thighs that tremble.Hands bound above the head,loud moans ......
Written on 09/10/2008 |
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Where This Dolphin Leaps
The endless ocean follows meI breathe it as my destiny and swim.I swim through deepest blue Piscean dreams towardsthe beauty of a face, I swim towards the place where I can clear the waves to see your smile break over teethand lips to soak me, like the great white spray high ......
Written on 09/10/2008 |
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Feeling Romantic
You are unique in the midst of billionsYour smile wider than the worldbetter than the best bordeau wineI drown in your cherry mouthYour eyes take me to ecstasyYour golden hair drive my hands to insanityYou don't have breasts - tiny apples -like gem, rare but pricelessYour satin skin is my attire, ......
Written on 10/10/2008 |
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