Not a Kiss
Goulet
Posts: 918
I shudder to think of what I could become
with your mouth locked to mine
and my tongue roaming around,
freely,
inside your insides;
lightly touching all your soft areas
and discovering all that which no one else
can see or has seen.
Your creamy folds of skin
rupturing with pleasure as i glide over,
and twist and turn and flick.
My taste buds exploding and contacting
with every flavor of you;
feels like sand paper;
the rough groves teasing you
over and over and over again.
And we are so wet with saliva
and spit,
and the hot taste of breath contained
in such a small space.
I can feel you quiver in my arms
and your hands and trembling fingers
dig deep
into my back.
What you think of or dream of
I cannot begin to guess
and don't really care
because I may think the same
perverted, dirty, wonderful thoughts.
We are such a mess
of confusion and fright
and beautiful misery,
and it seems to last
like some kind of long song
that drones on from the player piano in the corner.
with your mouth locked to mine
and my tongue roaming around,
freely,
inside your insides;
lightly touching all your soft areas
and discovering all that which no one else
can see or has seen.
Your creamy folds of skin
rupturing with pleasure as i glide over,
and twist and turn and flick.
My taste buds exploding and contacting
with every flavor of you;
feels like sand paper;
the rough groves teasing you
over and over and over again.
And we are so wet with saliva
and spit,
and the hot taste of breath contained
in such a small space.
I can feel you quiver in my arms
and your hands and trembling fingers
dig deep
into my back.
What you think of or dream of
I cannot begin to guess
and don't really care
because I may think the same
perverted, dirty, wonderful thoughts.
We are such a mess
of confusion and fright
and beautiful misery,
and it seems to last
like some kind of long song
that drones on from the player piano in the corner.
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yowza
my, my, my said the spider to the fly
wider, wider, wider said the fly to the spider
as he wriggled and wiggled and giggled inside her.
and now i can never read another nursery rhyme and not think somehting naughty again...
Gently 'til it creams
Merrily, Cherrily, Merrlily, Cherrily
Make me want to scream
that was pretty evil of me. my apologies.
i think i'm coming down with an accute case of snowdayitis...perhaps some time spent playing in the snow will cure me.
thanks now i have dirty thoughts in my head teh rest of teh day
we only got a light dusting here in teh grand ole land of teh midwest
Oh, and Goulet---Ha! Ha! Just go with it, it's a bumpy yet fun ride!
i never said anythign bad about snow, you canadian you, we always get lots of snow in chicago, so go back and read my poem again and get all warm inside
this is me dialing my manager....i'm not feeling so well.
keep the hut warm for me sweeties and i'll see you next week.
You pickin' on the Canadian, eh? LOL! Trust me, I am all warm inside!
i also will have 6 - 10 inches by the morning...nudge nudge wink wink
Say no more, say no more