Thursday, April 4, 2013

MAPLE ANN AND WILD BILL THE SHARPEST SHOOTER IN THE WEST


(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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