Thursday, November 20, 2014

WE GO HARD IN THE PAINT...


THE TASTE OF MY JUICES IS SO DAMN EXOTIC, I LOVED THE WAY YOUR TONGUE TURBO TWISTED ME INTO A FRENZY THAT THE SEDUCTION WITHOUT A DOUBT IS PURELY HYPNOTIC... STRONG GRIPS KEEP ME PENT AGAINST A BRICK WALL, WHEN I'M REACHING MY HIGHEST CLIMAX IT'S EROTICALLY YOUR NAME I CALL... AND DON'T THINK I TOO DON'T LOVE RETURNING THE FAVOR, LETTING THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR FLUIDS TASTE LIKE BASKIN ROBBINS 31 FLAVORS... YOU'RE LIKE A MOCCA CREAM VANILLA LATTE', AND I'M MORE LIKE A FROSTY SWIRL CARMEL FRAPPE... BOTH BLENDED TO PERFECTION, WE COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER LIKE A NATURAL COMPLEXION... YOU AND I ARE TRULY ONE OF A KIND, THAT'S WHY I KEEP YOU CLOSE TO ME THROUGHOUT DISTANCE AND TIME...

Copyright © Shan-Teazy Ledgend 2014

2 comments:

  1. Flames!!, Flames!!, Flames!!...Wheeeeeeeeeew!!
    Dag!, you never cease to amaze. Uniquely, your one of a kind Poetess...Salute!!

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