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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

growing things

It starts small, a pulsing throb,

I  play with it, I do my job. 

It's softness changing,

Growing bigger,

Into a bouncing quiver.

I sigh at the sight, 

So much bigger, 

Than I  imagined, 

In my mouth, 

I feel its warmth, 

As it moves in and out.

My lust for it no doubt, 

Makes my heart beat 

Race and Pound.

With my knees on the ground,

I dream of this hypnotic state,

Where pleasure is for my date.

His moaning signals, as it explodes,

And down my throat it goes. 

My satisfaction is met,

But only momentarily I bet.

For I shall look to find another,

That in my face it will smother,

I feel I'm growing just like them,

I just can't wait for it again. 

Submitted: November 29, 2021

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Your excitement promises an enjoyable time to any lucky man who is capable of winning your favor… How I wish I could be such a man!!!

Mon, November 29th, 2021 8:30am


I wish you could be too! I have no limit on lucky men! Lol!
The question is who'll be my favourite?

Mon, November 29th, 2021 12:54am


Oh that we could satisfy that hunger for you....a wanton woman is such a find.

Wed, December 1st, 2021 7:46pm


I am ever! Believe me I wish you could too!

Wed, December 1st, 2021 6:20pm

Wonder Woman

I am so enjoying reading your exploits!

Thu, December 9th, 2021 11:29am


Thanks my Dearest Friend!

Thu, December 9th, 2021 4:06am

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