Isis knows
the finger
going down
her bony
spine slowly,
belongs to
(without doubt)
her girlfriend
young Jodie.
The finger
moves between
the valley
of her ***
circling
the soft fuzz,
hovering
just above,
predator
of deep love,
moistening
the fruit cup,
wet mouthing
the dark dugs,
tongue licking
the milk mounds,
ear to breast
hearing soft
the beat thump
of her heart
as her thighs
spread wide like
the Red Sea,
and the hushed
voice and sigh
like buzzing
of the wild
honey bee.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Isis knows
the finger
going down
her bony
spine slowly,
belongs to
(without doubt)
her girlfriend
young Jodie.
The finger
moves between
the valley
of her ***
circling
the soft fuzz,
hovering
just above,
predator
of deep love,
moistening
the fruit cup,
wet mouthing
the dark dugs,
tongue licking
the milk mounds,
ear to breast
hearing soft
the beat thump
of her heart
as her thighs
spread wide like
the Red Sea,
and the hushed
voice and sigh
like buzzing
of the wild
honey bee.
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