Marcus sleeps
deep slumber
Annona
beside him
having spent
many hours
under him
he having
spent himself
inside her
many times
now she's sore
and worn out
wishing him
off to war
or one of
Caesar's far
off campaigns
but wishing
Amy there
beside her
her slave girl
small body
gentle touch
making love
not lustful
like Marcus
rutting her
but gentle
equal love
each touching
kissing lips
and bodies
and fingers
researching
Marcus snores
like some hog
in a trough
at her side
she gets up
to refresh
find Amy
to wash down
her soiled flesh.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Marcus sleeps
deep slumber
Annona
beside him
having spent
many hours
under him
he having
spent himself
inside her
many times
now she's sore
and worn out
wishing him
off to war
or one of
Caesar's far
off campaigns
but wishing
Amy there
beside her
her slave girl
small body
gentle touch
making love
not lustful
like Marcus
rutting her
but gentle
equal love
each touching
kissing lips
and bodies
and fingers
researching
Marcus snores
like some hog
in a trough
at her side
she gets up
to refresh
find Amy
to wash down
her soiled flesh.
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