Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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Part-Time Princess
by RaLaWrites©
Long tresses the color of black molasses.
I like them and him, his skin, his glasses.
His wry smile as he whispers,
Vividly portraying pictures.
His princess with her spread thighs.
I arch my back, cry out and sigh.
A gentle flick against my clit.
I clench my teeth and make a fist.
My fingers entwine in his mane.
Sharp gasps, soft laughs and drops of rain.
An explosion of hair, it covers me.
His face is hidden and I can't see.
Not on purpose, it's what he wants.
To tease and arouse, excite, taunt.
He licks fast, hard. He knows I'm close.
The sweet, sticky juice is what he wants most.
He worships my cunt, loves me for me.
I don't feel the same as I start to scream.
I climax and smile, gaze into his eyes.
His look is a mixture of sad and surprised.
I stand up, wink and put on my sweater.
"You're always good, but Ray is better."
His eyes go wide and he starts to frown.
He's angry and livid but makes no sound.
It's not just that I want another.
It's just that "another" is also his brother.
I shrug and grin, curtsy and twirl.
"Told you I'm not a princess or good girl."
I head for the door but stop in my tracks.
I'm frozen in place, his eyes on my back.
"You've got nice hair, it turns me on.
It's thick, wavy and really long.
You wanted it too, no need to lie,
But I have to see Ray. So long, goodbye!"
by RaLaWrites©
Long tresses the color of black molasses.
I like them and him, his skin, his glasses.
His wry smile as he whispers,
Vividly portraying pictures.
His princess with her spread thighs.
I arch my back, cry out and sigh.
A gentle flick against my clit.
I clench my teeth and make a fist.
My fingers entwine in his mane.
Sharp gasps, soft laughs and drops of rain.
An explosion of hair, it covers me.
His face is hidden and I can't see.
Not on purpose, it's what he wants.
To tease and arouse, excite, taunt.
He licks fast, hard. He knows I'm close.
The sweet, sticky juice is what he wants most.
He worships my cunt, loves me for me.
I don't feel the same as I start to scream.
I climax and smile, gaze into his eyes.
His look is a mixture of sad and surprised.
I stand up, wink and put on my sweater.
"You're always good, but Ray is better."
His eyes go wide and he starts to frown.
He's angry and livid but makes no sound.
It's not just that I want another.
It's just that "another" is also his brother.
I shrug and grin, curtsy and twirl.
"Told you I'm not a princess or good girl."
I head for the door but stop in my tracks.
I'm frozen in place, his eyes on my back.
"You've got nice hair, it turns me on.
It's thick, wavy and really long.
You wanted it too, no need to lie,
But I have to see Ray. So long, goodbye!"