Write 366: 211 – Sweet Treats

It’s glorious when I stare it how it sits and looks plump
My tongue is looking to slide across her before we hump
That was childish but I see you’re reading the lines
Those motions get going and against me, she slowly wines
Scene’s set as the attack is prepared on her embodiment
Positions open for us exploring new levels of amazement
Beard catching the juices as it’s slippery when wet
Gotta grip her curves as to not fall out of her outlet
No words as our skin together speaks its own vulgarity
The key for those souls to connect and release easily

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