You
Fire
Startling
Tennis, after a
Black hem 6 miles north
Of your perfect kneecaps
Framed by thighs so graceful
Powerful, healthy, feminine,
Forever creamy, wet, salty and waiting
For my admiration but my urgency
overtakes, surrounds, erupts
yielding stiff, throbs and drips,
a cock’s savoring, no choice
take you, love you from
behind, now yes now
Ecstatic oblivion
Breathe
Coals
Us
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