Thursday, 3 May 2012

Your Startled Eye

My eyes were closed, my mouth
tight-stopped to yours, our tongues
langourously interleaving as your
soft body rode mine, when a
weight stilled you and you
rose slightly, so we were
eye to startled eye as a
cylinder of flesh similar to mine
broached your back passage, and you
sobbed something sinful as he
slid home snugly
alongside me.

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