For a Dancing Lady
I love the way you move so gracefully,
As if you had no weight upon your feet. XXX Far more, I’m sure, than I’ll know at your hands
When passion conquers cowardice at last
And urges me to let you sweep on past
That inconvenient clump of skin that stands
Between my love and where he ought to be. Read 20088 times |
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Sometime in the night she went to the bathroom and woke me to ask for more, which I gladly gave her. Your legs snaked round, your nails dug in my back,
And when we found release you gave a cry
That haunted me and made me love you more. She was sweet and tight and passionate, and became more so the further we went together and the further I went into her wonderful tunnel of love.
