BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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Socks pt 3

Rummaging through your folds
Like a desperate vagrant.
High from just your drugs
Which are rather fragrant.
Thighs caress my ears
Tingling with heat
Your lady tastes delicious
Quickly becoming
My favorite thing to eat.
Relishing each stroke, each flick, lick and kiss
Each thrust of my tongue
Is straight bringing me bliss
Trying to catch the wetness
Not a drop to miss
Hitting every angle
Using bends, turns, and twists.
Feeling your struggling, because you're a fighter
Pulling on those socks
Only makes them grip tighter.
Face full of you, and I'm living it
I've dreamt about it
So I'm a enjoy this shit.
Fingers playing and tickling
Stroking kitty, making her giggly
She's drooling and now I'm hitting
Your clitty with some vibrations
Causing elation.
And playing a little ditty
Pressing buttons, producing sounds
And songs
Telling the story
Of throngs of pleasure rising
Skin flushed and yet desiring
My fire to rage inside ya.
And as much as I could feast this way
Forever
I think your thoughts have strayed
Towards more devilish play.
With a final tongue lashing
I group my passion
Not asking, you're mine for taking
Not faking, claiming possession
Undressing
Time for a session.
You're stretching, breasts looking impressive
Nipples aching
New ripples hitting your body
Oh oh...
You're starting to whimper...

To be continued....
 
Me thinkeths someone has an obsession with thee sexi socks. ;)



(Yet another hottt poem, makes me feel jealous of the socks) /sigh


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