I have a secret pastime
more an idle, sometime whim,
to kiss with deep intensity
someone who isn’t “him”.
Now, a kiss may be a little thing
I’m not talkin’ with a guy
but within the lips and tongue of one
who’s double X, not X and Y.
I don’t seek all Sapphic pleasures
though adore the light diversion
of seeking out a lady
to satiate my sweet **********
Within her scented aura
as her lips begin to part
and our fingertips entwine
sends a flutter from my heart.
The flutter blooms within my breast
as my stomach flips and ties
a satin bow within me
when I look into her eyes.
Two girls, pressed together,
generate a special fusion
gentle, warming wetness
a red lipstick collusion.
Our slipping mouths well watered
her hands within my hair
my arms about her yielding waist
a fleeting love affair.
A tableaux of our queenly ***
lost in transitory joy
of mutual female adoration
momentarily sans boy.
Vive la difference!
Contrast, in everything I do,
the slide of long French kisses
I’d sure enjoy the taste of you!
Ladies, I encourage you
seek out a willing playmate
forget all sexuality
and bend a little on the straight.
Who wants to travel through their life
without succumbing to the wine
of all those luscious, juicy girls
who want to mix their juice with mine?
I think of it as simple fun
no rules or lifestyle choices.
When I scent that perfume on her neck
desire flames, rejoices!
So, embrace the little pleasures
as your path of life unfurls
come on, get close, and pucker up
‘cos I love kissing girls!
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
I have a secret pastime
more an idle, sometime whim,
to kiss with deep intensity
someone who isn’t “him”.
Now, a kiss may be a little thing
I’m not talkin’ with a guy
but within the lips and tongue of one
who’s double X, not X and Y.
I don’t seek all Sapphic pleasures
though adore the light diversion
of seeking out a lady
to satiate my sweet **********
Within her scented aura
as her lips begin to part
and our fingertips entwine
sends a flutter from my heart.
The flutter blooms within my breast
as my stomach flips and ties
a satin bow within me
when I look into her eyes.
Two girls, pressed together,
generate a special fusion
gentle, warming wetness
a red lipstick collusion.
Our slipping mouths well watered
her hands within my hair
my arms about her yielding waist
a fleeting love affair.
A tableaux of our queenly ***
lost in transitory joy
of mutual female adoration
momentarily sans boy.
Vive la difference!
Contrast, in everything I do,
the slide of long French kisses
I’d sure enjoy the taste of you!
Ladies, I encourage you
seek out a willing playmate
forget all sexuality
and bend a little on the straight.
Who wants to travel through their life
without succumbing to the wine
of all those luscious, juicy girls
who want to mix their juice with mine?
I think of it as simple fun
no rules or lifestyle choices.
When I scent that perfume on her neck
desire flames, rejoices!
So, embrace the little pleasures
as your path of life unfurls
come on, get close, and pucker up
‘cos I love kissing girls!
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