soixante-neuf
By theBAC
my tongue is writhing
running up & down your slit
your scent is enthralling
with my nose rubbing on your clit
your taste is like a thousand cherries
oh, it’s so sublime!
and when you climax it becomes tangy
like suckling a tiny lime
dig your nails into my kneecaps
the pleasure/pain is magnifique
i’ll return the masochistic favor
with a little spank to both your cheeks
inhale deep & open wide
take as much of me as you can in
give this a few more minutes, maybe five
and i promise to make you cum again
people call this perverted
lusting of the flesh
a sin
but with you i can’t think
of any better
position to be in
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Copyright 2004 Brett Alan Coker
Published on Thursday, April 1, 2004.
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