Once she had seen it, she wanted it.
Once she had touched it, she would not let go of it.
Once she had tasted it,it became hard and thick.
Once she had swallowed it, she licked her salty lips.
Once he groaned and whimpered and moaned,
she knew the fuck toy she owned.
Once he had seen her, with those long black legs,
he was between them with tongueing begs.
Once she agreed to his probing wish,
he knew he would never seek another dish.
A contest entry
- In The Mood by WingedWolf.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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simple and to the point, but good. very good. the simplicity added to it, making it an almost quick read but you have to stop and imagine each couplet. beautiful.
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