Mahogany Wood
I came down the stairs
Those of steep and creak of old
Lacquered in rouge veneer
The sidewalls too as you appeared
At the foot sprawled was your spaniel hair
Blonde at its tips darker at its roots
Quaffed just how I’d imagine it
Your hips lay like a pillow
Those knuckled knees
And callused heels
Fingers on toes
Wide open
Wet
Pussy.
Your neck lifts and cocks to mine
Pulsating, pointing, to your blue eyes
A tit shifts when your chin smiles
Inviting me
I fall
But
Do
Not
Fail
In approach
That warm silk entry
Your gasp lets out some steam
It’s warm in here and I love it.
I don’t know you but you let me stroke
Arching yourself with har har chuckles
And moans
Which might be fake
Just as you seem to be
Symmetry isn’t natural
You’re loaded with that
But who gives a fuck
You’re still warm inside
And making all the right noises.
Like banging a marble statue
Everything’s so smooth, but
I wouldn’t ask you what
You were doing later
Or ask if the lay was satisfactory.
A door across the hall opens
Your friend’s temple and pose
Are far more interesting
Her skin is darker
Her nose doesn’t come to a point
Her hair is full but one-dimensional
Reels me in with her finger that
She also uses to tap on her Taj Mahal
Which is enough for me
To want a taste.
She didn’t smell of lavender and that was ok
Her thighs didn’t allow me to stop
Both moans had similar tones
I hadn’t managed to finish in you
So I slipped into her soaked cooch
She wasn’t as smooth either
But I also didn’t mind
Her nails dug into my back
That made it an easier climax
Engagement
Mother
Of
God
Je-
-e-
Sus
She wanted all of it
And let me suck on her tit which
Was somewhat underwhelming
But she cradled me while still tethered
Caressed my head
And told me I was a good boy.
In the end
That’s all I ever wanted or needed.
Biography
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