Gown loosened before
panting eyes.
blissful mounds hypnotise
the mind to one thought ...
to touch the peeks
of splendor.
To slide the tongue
between the valley of your
tantalising embrace.
To tease,
and to squeeze
ripe cherries,
before I scream
and you wriggle
drenched in honey,
beneath my quivering mass.
Bronze trophy winner
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