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Anita Manbit Jul 2010
I am thinking of you and your bed.
I am saying what shouldn't be said.
And then you roll over
And call me your clover
And then all my memories are dead.

I am thinking of us on your bed.
You are reading what needn't be read.
It's you that I want
You call me a ****
And, with a boot, kick me in the head.

I am seeing you on your bed
I am gone, your hand's there instead.
Your mind opens up
Overflowing your cup
And *** on my chichis instead
Hailey Jujubeen Jan 2014
Of concrete. Of scraped kissed knuckles
There again
infinitesimal ***** of flesh.
The bud, wrapped in a linen of ash.
Giving light, then withholding.
Like a mother’s feed, “pero cuidado de las chichis muy wanga”
Solo slabbing concrete
Without the creaks in the pavement
the city cannot breathe.
Travis Green Aug 2022
Maybe I am a bit too much
But I can’t help but love heavy-duty hypnotic sausage
How it burgeons to perfection
Smashingly staggering splashiness
Mad massive masterfulness
I love how it hangs and swings
How it highly shines like a dreamy peach sunrise
So magnificently majestic and manlicious
With a delectable manly bell

It’s a treasured thrilling joy to my heart and soul
Fills me with the sufficiently deep and ****** fantasies
Increasingly exquisite and upbeat
Eminently up-market and top-quality meat
Sturdy strength, long suckable lollipop
I stand in awe of its phenomenally mind-boggling machoness
Quintessential lengthy immenseness

I relish the exotic and elegant pleasure I gain
From its flamingly wild delights
So enormously heroic and storming
So engagingly ****** and wondrously hot saucy charmingness
I love how creatively slick and sculpted it is
The thought of ******* a mean beaming ******
Lick it up and down, run my mouth around the tender tip

Revel in its expressive and sexalicious form
Big jumpy *******, cup them in my hand
Bask in its growingly unrestrained enchantment
It’s such a privilege to drift into such
Wide-ranging mind-changing sensations
Let it command my gayness

So irresistible and vicious
So thick and beefy, so smokalicious and strokable
The flavorous taste, the heavenly smell
The firm feel of its shimmering skin
Blending with my tongue
Cover it with smooth, sultry saliva
Feel it twitch more and more
With each tantalizing lick

Satisfy my kinetically freshalicious king
Grab his keen bean bag
Put them in my mouth
Take him for the wildest enlivening ride of his life
Moan for me, bright, high-quality Papi
Let me hear his rocking baritone saxophone voice
Hold me down on his unstoppably thundering lunch box
Gush out bubbling bright bliss all over my **** kissy chichis

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