The heart shaped bottom at the base of your spine.
Between your back but before your thighs.
Complimenting your waistline below your rear dimples.
Pale and plump, sits your perfect ****
Plenty to share around.
A beautiful sound emits when my hand rebounds.
A handful of ***** feminine magic.
A sea of flesh so full like the Adriatic.
Carnal lust so tragic.
Call it my ***** infatuation,
I can't get past the passing sensation,
When my firm hand meets your cheeks,
I know that you wont be able to sit for weeks.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
The heart shaped bottom at the base of your spine.
Between your back but before your thighs.
Complimenting your waistline below your rear dimples.
Pale and plump, sits your perfect ****
Plenty to share around.
A beautiful sound emits when my hand rebounds.
A handful of ***** feminine magic.
A sea of flesh so full like the Adriatic.
Carnal lust so tragic.
Call it my ***** infatuation,
I can't get past the passing sensation,
When my firm hand meets your cheeks,
I know that you wont be able to sit for weeks.
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