She is a rare gift,
a treat from the gods,
I love her rythym.
We enjoy the sacred skin-arts,
crave Kama Sutra,
practice the Third Chakra
to reach universal nirvana.
I massage her slick inner *****
create the ultimate friction
with my fiery poker,
smooth,
strong,
deep strokes
to consummation.
I release my warm flow,
abundant cool waters,
cleansing her soul
with my hot rod
into the Second.
We shudder
with the cascade
of our musky mixture,
primordial fragrance
wafts in the air around us.
Our sparkling-eyes locked,
we smile in each other's
loving embrace,
kissing & hugging,
experiencing true grace.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
She is a rare gift,
a treat from the gods,
I love her rythym.
We enjoy the sacred skin-arts,
crave Kama Sutra,
practice the Third Chakra
to reach universal nirvana.
I massage her slick inner *****
create the ultimate friction
with my fiery poker,
smooth,
strong,
deep strokes
to consummation.
I release my warm flow,
abundant cool waters,
cleansing her soul
with my hot rod
into the Second.
We shudder
with the cascade
of our musky mixture,
primordial fragrance
wafts in the air around us.
Our sparkling-eyes locked,
we smile in each other's
loving embrace,
kissing & hugging,
experiencing true grace.
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