I asked for her pussy, she offered me her ear
It was the left one at first; I aimed for the right
I did my best to quiet down my bulging spear
Though it was unrelentingly after midnight
The air in my bedroom was filled with love and lust
Her sexual smell in my nostrils added more
Resolve to remove her ring before any thrust
To replace it with mine; lingual to adore
The length of her frame, from hair to pussy to toes
Seemed too short for the magnificent parts involved
She helped me remove some of her remaining clothes
In the morning, my courtship was still unresolved
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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