07 Sep 2021 - Road Rage
Call it road rage - I’ve no better word
for fires that her scented kisses stirred,
and after hours play she left this rod
whose slackening would take an act of God.
An aching fury needing to be free,
my kneading churned the cauldron of my seed.
Oh lovely angel of the raven hair -
I’ve run three stop signs - do you even care?
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Submitted: September 07, 2021
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nice poem Gav.
If you run too many red lights then you may not want to be in a road rage incident with a stubborn "willy walloper" like that lol!!!
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Haahaahaahaa! Spanking and Driving cums with its own set of risks.
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Looks like you're taking a sharp left there, Gavin...
Sun, September 12th, 2021 10:57pmNice rhyme...cute.
You have a 'perty' dick....
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Heeheehee! Yes, it keeps choosing the left hand path! Thank you. Your profile pic is delicious! ????
Sun, September 12th, 2021 4:01pm