You take a look
Admiring my beautiful....brown...fullness
Mmmmm...
Your eyes trail and begin to stare
You become possessed
Addicted
If only you could get a taste
Just...one...taste...
Then your hands grab
Slam me down
Get on top and turn my insides
Inside out
My outsides in
Chest heavin
Having quenched your wanton need
You gather yourself
....and stroll away
4 comments:
Wow! That's heavy.
Alright now... like it rough
hmmmmm....
Thank you for the assault tag. It is clear that something that was meant by God as a gift to all of us (within the monagamous state of matrimony) is sometimes stolen, unwrapped, used then disgarded. It is an abomination and a tragedy.
Blessings to you.
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