He Had His Loving Sexual Way With Her Tender Soft Flesh.

Poem By Michael Gale

He pulled her by her ears across that king sized mattress...
Blood splurted where ear lleakaged met.
Thonged panteys aroused his beastial instincts to make him riled and upset...
Turned on beyond all explanation as he tore off those panteys with greater fervitude.
Down to his knees as he began to lick heartily and made him her very own heart held sexual servitude...
She moaned and she moaned till there seemed to be no tomorrow.
After this sexy try'st de' arousal there would be another timed event's
happening to soon well follow.
He was and would another time be her sexual slave to do her own personal satisfying bidding...
He got on top and rode her like a bucking bronco.
Sweaty bodies both glistened b'neath the lights and ceilinged mirrors...
She had tears of passion and happy elation etched across her happly
lit face.
Both partners were swept with a sudden peaked tiredness of the living dead...
As he got up from the bed he gently pressed a kiss upon her smooth right breast and lastly her young tender sweet sweaty forehead.
I bid you fond farewell good night my sweet beautied gorgeous
sweetie...
Tomorrow real late i'll join you for a very specialed tendered momented meeting where both bodies will well display soft and hardened body parts which will be most likely tender and sexually meaty.

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