The heat slipped inside me
down briskly yet so smooth,
burst of warmth clouded me,
infused my flesh in soothe.
I barely breathe, I barely move,
licking my lips with Irish-groove.
This flaming red caresses my mind,
so daring, so decadent, I find.
It tosses around, whirling within
milky whitey shots slamming so slick,
in the vein of fluids flowing in between
my thigh’s sniggering, rocking, all in a flick.
Closer I moved, I asked for more.
He gave me a look that’s pleasurable for
one more round, to fill my six
He grabbed his filler and poured his mix.
Flavors exploded on my last,
burning amber wildly amass.
Baby, I’m done with toxic blast
red lips I marked, left on my glass.
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