(An erotic rendition)
Looking with eyes of keen no
target too small or large or distant she claimed them all
She swayed with hips around she pranced all day long
Sighting of her caused the sidewalk cave traffic to stop
mouths to gap
Asking with a leer of curiosity Wild Bill asked who she be?
Maple Maple Sweet Maple Wild Bill strode with legs of
determination
Catching a sweet aroma of perfume he coasted closer closer
he watched with languorous eyes the sway of enticing petticoats arruffle
Inhaling deep of sweetest air of sun and perfumery he
pranced on air
Miss he exclaimed and around turned Maple Ann of sweet brown
he said how much?
How much she exclaimed for what?
Don’t be coy Wild Bill said with a grin of wolf and flashed
gold aplenty.
Smiling with acknowledgment she said nothing since you are
so handsome.
Linking arms with the most infamous man in the West she
rolled rotated ahead
Reaching her room of 127 she proceeded in room of gracious décor
Looking with eyes of heat she watched him discreetly unrobed
and begun to strip a piece by piece of sweet delicacy
Hooking slim arms of brown she kissed him long with a French
croquette quest
Straddling hips of slim became the mating song
Crescendo Crescendo of heat surface room of light until
neither thought heard or saw
Grasping a hand of hair he ran kisses of raw hunger down
throat of slim
Grabbing her rounded derriere he surged surged repeatedly
stroking deep deeper until she screamed in the back of throat for more
Handling her like thistle of no weight he lifted her repeatedly
firmly growly deep in his throat
Beautiful he cried I want you again again whenever whenever
Turning her facing the wall he plundered sweet full breast
of delight and grinded and plunged until he gushed heatedly within.
By Felicia McCaw
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