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Shell ✨🐚
  Oct 2022 Maria Mitea
Travis Green
I wanna be in your glorious rock-hard arms
Feel your electric ****** thunder run through my veins
Take control of my heart and soul
Make me glow in your showstopping showy smoke
Swirl my submerged mind in various outer worlds
Move me, soothe me, get rude to me
Rain down your wild, electrifying game
On my invitable enticing framework

Kiss my feelable, teasable, and tasteful lips
Gander into my deep-set hypnotic eyes
With your sparkling peering peepers
Let me feel all your dreamy seamless intensity
Let me glide in your bright desirable cloud
Of fiery striking delightfulness
Feel you dig deep into my floweriness

Make me hanker for your spicy high-octane powerfulness
Feel your highly untamed and violent flame
Rub your alluring adroit hands all over
My sweet, youthful flesh
Make me deranged and hyper excited
As you drive your aggressive action-packed meat
Deep in my secret steamy laboratory
Of covetous and lustful desires

****** every intensely potent inch in me
Confound me, pound me,  take down my backside
Slide your tongue down my spine
Slap my rapt, smacktacular buns
Make me moan in new and thrilling ways
Push your piping-hot emotions
Further in my inner wreckable world

Hold me down, drown me in every profound
And astounding pound
Enfold me in your mind-blowingly macho mightiness
**** me unrelentingly
Cause my vulnerable velvet body to ache
As you dominate and take my gay gaping hole by storm
As you explode your milky magic potion
In my mega wet ocean of cherishable enrapturing poetry
  Oct 2022 Maria Mitea
Travis Green
I wanna be your marvy starry hotness
Your bright and delightful object of desire
Your fiery red-hot charmer
Lean closer into your potently smoking dopeness
Your pulchritudinous studious coolness
Tall, broad, and strapping lad
Refreshing ebullient delectableness
Muscular, hot-blooded stud

Glistening, strong-willed, and irresistible big hitter
Your bright, superior, and hairy hotness
Sexually arouses me, lights my gayness up
Fascinates my inner space
Carries me away into your wild
Handsome dreamland
Gallant, radiant, and extravagant macho man

You are so ambitious and worthy
So amazingly dreamy and eccentric
Lustrous industrious robustness
Deep southern lover man
Starry ardent marvelocity
I give myself up to your immersive
And wayward seductiveness
Your radical black-haired incomparableness

I marvel at your tight, slappable backside
Your thick, powerful thighs
Your monolithic veined legs
Crash-hot magical rarity
Your beefy, brawny charmingness
Makes me want to caress
Every open, moist crevice
Of your impossible lush structure
Your juicy, incredible, and spreadable manhole

Stroke your jerkable jolly rod
Let it swirl in my jaws
******* your delicious vicious bigness
Lick your slick irresistible tip
Taste it from side to side
Up and down, drown in your mesmerizingly
Shining and intoxicating invitingness
Worship your whole thought-provoking world
As I become unbelievably fevered
Lost in your dazzling and fashionable magicalness

Take all your unmerciful torrid joystick down my throat
Treasure the delectable and **** smell
Your finger-lickin’ treasure trail
Hear you breathe, hear me moan
Feel my hands ease all around
Your massive, thrashing glory
Let you play with ***** gaudy knockers
Nibble at my plump succulent points

Let me bask in all your splashiness
As I ferociously **** your machoness
Let your wet, firm flesh dance on my tongue
Feel it massage my jaws
Enthrall the entrance of my throat
Make me choke, envelop me in
Your elegant manly freshness

Explore your glorious joyous hardness
Plant demonically hypnotic
And passionate kisses all over
The long, fervent surface
**** it faster and faster
While you take me in your deep
And gratifying rapture
Fill my mouth with all your super rude wood milk
  Oct 2022 Maria Mitea
Caroline Shank
(Nothing happens unless first we dream.
Carl Sandburg)


Wet leaves leave traces
on the stony path to
Dreamland.  I Have
slippery intentions.

Tomorrow will decay these
thoughts.  Mind's tricks
pretend that the wet
leaves slip

up.

The dream ends.

Nothing
happens.


Caroline Shank
10.11.2022
I feel lonesome hands approaching mine
to walk me through the desert.
I tense my arms against the open night sky
which cannot be pushed away.

I want you to love my grey skies,
my pensivity that rolls across mountain ranges -
the same to me as sunshine igniting streams.
Just a different lens
through which my creature plays with light.
She is elemental
and sloughs skin off the earth like lava flowing
into the ocean to close its eyes.
I'll eat my own tail
to discover what I already know.
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