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Mia J 5d
Every inch of her body is his most prized possession.

Her ***** is his favorite part.

Her moisture level surpasses that of a shower from nature.

Not even a tsunami could outrain her.

Her velvet knows when her owner needs it.

The most sensitive part of her pink slowly trembles.

Will Daddy lick her too?

Or will he simply go between her lips?

They cry tears of impatience and lust when he decides.

It only makes it easier for him to slide in.

She adjusted to his length long before
he ever penetrated her.

The way it smelled made her mouth water like a fountain.

The warmth of him made her hotter than 350 degrees.

The taste reminded her of a lollipop she was forbidden to have.

So delicious and she anticipates him more than dessert.

He belonged in her mouth.

In present day, he lives there and populates daily.

She swallows every drop like the good girl she is.

His liquids travel down her throat like a roller coaster after it reaches its peak.

He places her legs on his shoulders and pounds away.

Her ***** may as well be a bass drum

While his **** is the drumstick that won’t stop beating
even if it knows it needs to rest.

He bends her over and pushes her stomach flat.

Her *** arched in the air like she’s a resident from St. Louis.

Daddy claps her luscious cheeks like she’s being punished.

He spills out all of his man milk inside of her
and no drop goes unwaisted.

Her slit could go for another round.
Even four more if Daddy wants.

Hell, they’d live in each other’s skin if it were possible.
Connecting the way they do sexually ought to be a kept secret.
Because one just can’t go without the other.
Flashbacks and **** imaginations won’t suffice one bit.
They need the real thing.
Their seductive fantasies are acted out every night.

Naturally lubricated *** that sounds as nasty as it does ****.
Warm bodies rubbing against the other while perspiration
sinks into the skin.
Sounds of passion color the air like a page torn from a Kamasutra.
**** faces framed with such pleasure that it can never be erased.

They’ll happily do as the other pleases.
Anytime, and definitely any place.

8/3/2023

© 2023 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2023

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