Delicious Derrieres


I could ask
Is it the rump or is it the smile
That makes you pause a little while?
You do not redden - no embarrassed flush
Because I smiled to show enough
Understanding of your wants
To look you in the eye.

Your pants
May well be tenting with desire,
But I'll still smile to know retired
To your room, post perambulation,
You'll heat a most, excited notion
That I could be there by your side,
Serving as afternoon hours glide
Until your freshest cum is dumped;

And
Once your cock has pumped and pumped
To fill the memory of my smile:
So broad, when you dream the extra mile,
And find it most pleasant to close eyes,
To think of your glazing my nubile thighs,
As you chose them, rump, smile, and me,
So sweet reveries last until Sunday tea...

Méli.
 
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