Fluffy, fuzzy, full grown adult,
she groans as she stretches.
Marks flowing out.
Every ditch, all the trenches,
you may start to doubt.
Early morning chills
and after noon siestas,
midnight thrills
and raving fiestas.
She whips them out still.
Cute, cuddly, captivating sight,
she drags me back to bed.
Crushing windpipes, she holds me tight.
The bags of her eyes lit and embedded,
her imperfections, my delight.
Tag-a-longs
and weekends away,
movie marathons
and the down the driveway.
Absent only when at play.
Bashful, budding bravely,
herself allowing comfort.
Brisk winds, I dive for safety.
I plot revenge, her days are numbered.
Our duals are aloft, crazy.
Night sky gazing
And role playing games,
Fandom crazing
And thinking of names.
For me their all amazing.
Dreamy, daring, lacking dramas,
We waste the day away at lay.
What honeymoon, perhaps the Bahamas?
I drape an arm, her skin like clay.
God, she looks good in pajamas.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Fluffy, fuzzy, full grown adult,
she groans as she stretches.
Marks flowing out.
Every ditch, all the trenches,
you may start to doubt.
Early morning chills
and after noon siestas,
midnight thrills
and raving fiestas.
She whips them out still.
Cute, cuddly, captivating sight,
she drags me back to bed.
Crushing windpipes, she holds me tight.
The bags of her eyes lit and embedded,
her imperfections, my delight.
Tag-a-longs
and weekends away,
movie marathons
and the down the driveway.
Absent only when at play.
Bashful, budding bravely,
herself allowing comfort.
Brisk winds, I dive for safety.
I plot revenge, her days are numbered.
Our duals are aloft, crazy.
Night sky gazing
And role playing games,
Fandom crazing
And thinking of names.
For me their all amazing.
Dreamy, daring, lacking dramas,
We waste the day away at lay.
What honeymoon, perhaps the Bahamas?
I drape an arm, her skin like clay.
God, she looks good in pajamas.
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