Golden rivulets flowing over milking *******
my lips ******* on swollen pink *******
moans emanating from one then the other,
farther down I kiss your silky middle,
my eyes are lost in a ***** brown mound.
I seek out magical miracles that bring you
to heights of unending ecstasy that let me
taste Beethoven's adagio composed for
you and me. The moon, you, and I provide
for all three of us a trilogy of **********
as robins greet the morning sky.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
Golden rivulets flowing over milking *******
my lips ******* on swollen pink *******
moans emanating from one then the other,
farther down I kiss your silky middle,
my eyes are lost in a ***** brown mound.
I seek out magical miracles that bring you
to heights of unending ecstasy that let me
taste Beethoven's adagio composed for
you and me. The moon, you, and I provide
for all three of us a trilogy of **********
as robins greet the morning sky.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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