Skipping with free swing steps she walked with happy sun dance foliage green
Through green forest she watched sparkley glimmers of shimmering happy drops of dew fly
Twirling Whirling her laughter traveled free on melodious flutes of orchestra
Coming upon a small cabin of faded brown thatch of green she opened door of creak
Entering a room of small cozy warm she spied a table of set and setting down tasting a porridge of first she exclaimed with voice of guilty sweet this is too bland
Moving with unhurried steps she tasted porridge of second exclaiming with higher octave this is too sweet a treat
Licking spoon clean delight with unhurried speed she came to porridge of last consumed whole and her voice mellowed purr content this porridge best delight
Rubbing her stomach with strokes of silky reflection she yawned with massive slowly eyes of sleep
Skipping past beds of one two she curled content with drowsy huge brown merry in bed of three smelling heather sweet fresh hazel
Opening door suspiciously came the three bears of home kept looking with eyes connect free they whispered low loud who be in house of own
Stretching with languorous sensual warm she smiled with delight at the one of bed own whispering words of magic he transformed into man of handsome with hair cascading curls of silky coal of black looking over shoulder broad he gestured with impatient wave to leave
Rising slowly Goldi began to undress slowly fast with rhythmic twirls watching flashes of heat swell in eyes of huge black
Grabbing swift Barad began to kiss nibbles of trailing heat down flesh of sweet lifting hair of heavy perfumed weight she revealed throat of slim velvet to heated feverish kiss
Picking up weight of small light he began to impale her on shaft of heated strong thrusting hungrily with repeated caressing he rubbed hands of hard down curved back refined
Lights flashed with magneto heat checking casting rainbows of colors dance smiles of thunder lit faces of sweat drenched happy arms clasping tight euphoria’s dance
Kissing pouty lips seduction bliss he whispered low growl of pleased content mine mine mine
By Felicia McCaw
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