Out of the crashing and violet swirling wind air came Neptune
Walking tall his chest agleam of sheen of burnished copper and water drops of flow
With a fork of intricate scrolling and letters caressing his hand as he signaled for his soldiers to follow close
Raising hands of wroth he pushed hair of curls behind back with impatience quick snap
Eyes narrowed with cool cruel amusement he smiled as he saw his prey flying away on coward’s feet
Summoning his chariot of white metallic spiral of light sparkle he jumped astride and the hunt began
Wind blowing hard and clouds of tumbling light grey laughed gleefully as they witnessed the play
Chimera of Nequad intercepted his chase and smiled a siren’s song of sweet wanton invite
Eyes hooded with secrets smiled a look of acknowledge as his eyes of curious traveled over hair of red curls that bounced and flew from braids of thick and framed a face of enchant
Watching her hands of capable handle her reins and horses of four he smiled later later
Lashes trembled over huge violet eyes and trailed down his back as muscles rippled and played with each movement as his chariot speeded speeded faster faster
Swiftly turning her chariot to ride abreast with him she smiled with coquette’s whoredom on her mind as she unbuttoned her shirt and said to him when when with obvious invite
Teeth flashing with amused indulgence he growled never never and speeded up laughing with predatorial interest
Intent on his prey he swerved quick and went aground high to find their hiding place below and smugly rested his fist on thigh of muscle firm
Content with his lot he signaled for attack, capture and stood haughty and firm and watched their feeble defense fall and cease
Speaking harsh woods of war Neptune spoke with leader of grungy pack and arranged payments to fulfill and assuage the need revenging the insult levied
Eyes of smoky grey smiled with content as he surveyed all as he will and christened the earth of victory with his spear of truth
Cloak of royal burgundy bellowed and declared his rank flew and flapped your majesty in the wind with each step of measured hungry steps
Looking with casual interest he caught eyes of violet flickering shyly away as blush of blushes stained her cheeks of petal soft
Kissing her hand of soft he drew her before him on his chariot of righteous and took her far far until he came to his castle of land
Sweeping her up in arms of hard hunger he ran up stairs with his bounty of sweet delight and kissed her repeatedly until she melted soft
Stripping her veil he trailed kisses of lingering heat down face of open until her heart song yes yes
Picking her up he placed her gently until she rode astride him full as purred with content as the pace pick up fierce
Growling deep in his throat he kissed her as her hand fired each place she touched and stroked
Grabbing her hair of red fiery curls he lavished her throat with kisses until her pulse speeded up fast faster and she trembled from her heart unto her soul
Laughing with delight he became euphoric and rained sun into her until they trembled with heat and rain
Wrapped in arms of tender he curled her to him with want and need to keep and slept deep with content
By
Felicia McCaw
Friday, March 27, 2015
MY WISH IS FOR A POLICE DAY!
I propose a day to celebrate our policemen and policewomen across the world.
Special thanks to all of our wonderful men and women who are employed as police. We as a community want to specifically thank you for your discretion, courtesy, patience, courage for protecting and defending us.
Personally, I understand the stress, ostracism, tedious schedule and attention to duty that it takes to be on any team in each department in this country and others. I appreciate the rights that you have as well as citizens during interactions of upholding the law and legalities of the land.
We are content to know that someone cares when we see a patrol car pass by…we are not resenting…we are appreciative of you and the service you provide. I will always Thank God you are there and that our community knows that we have an obligation to help you in any time of need to assist in the line of duty. We are your back if it just one policeman or policewoman helping us then we (as a community) are being requested to help if you see a policeman or policewoman being overwhelmed. We cannot afford to lose you! We do care!
Love
Felicia and Mom (Mary)
For helping us when we needed you!
Special thanks to all of our wonderful men and women who are employed as police. We as a community want to specifically thank you for your discretion, courtesy, patience, courage for protecting and defending us.
Personally, I understand the stress, ostracism, tedious schedule and attention to duty that it takes to be on any team in each department in this country and others. I appreciate the rights that you have as well as citizens during interactions of upholding the law and legalities of the land.
We are content to know that someone cares when we see a patrol car pass by…we are not resenting…we are appreciative of you and the service you provide. I will always Thank God you are there and that our community knows that we have an obligation to help you in any time of need to assist in the line of duty. We are your back if it just one policeman or policewoman helping us then we (as a community) are being requested to help if you see a policeman or policewoman being overwhelmed. We cannot afford to lose you! We do care!
Love
Felicia and Mom (Mary)
For helping us when we needed you!
Sunday, March 22, 2015
THE PILL INDUSTRY
Is there money in the life of a pharmacist? If the pharmacist is a mere go-between to ensure customers get their medicines and the cost of pills are so high that he or she (pharmacist or pharmacy) are not making any money distributing and they are distributing these medicines at near cost to themselves anyway …..who is our hero?
Our hero is them because they do not make money off certain prescriptions and the co-pays that the customers is obligated to pay is sometimes the only money that they make. One day I was trying to have my co-pays waived and because it gets so expensive sometimes I can’t afford all my medicines and I learned this about their plight.
I have to say that this makes me feel empathetic and this more or less took the wind out of my sails and I gave up my plea to be excused for trying to get out of the co-pays and I decided to do the best I can. Further, I understand we are in a recession as well as a depression era but we still have to do our part and keep the economy moving and keep our people employed by buying and shopping. I’m doing my part and you do yours and help the nation stay strong.
My thoughts on this subject,
Felicia McCaw
Our hero is them because they do not make money off certain prescriptions and the co-pays that the customers is obligated to pay is sometimes the only money that they make. One day I was trying to have my co-pays waived and because it gets so expensive sometimes I can’t afford all my medicines and I learned this about their plight.
I have to say that this makes me feel empathetic and this more or less took the wind out of my sails and I gave up my plea to be excused for trying to get out of the co-pays and I decided to do the best I can. Further, I understand we are in a recession as well as a depression era but we still have to do our part and keep the economy moving and keep our people employed by buying and shopping. I’m doing my part and you do yours and help the nation stay strong.
My thoughts on this subject,
Felicia McCaw
ASSIGNMENT FOR COLLEGE STUDENTS ALL OVER THE WORLD #9 – HELPS EXPLORE MORAL ISSUES AND LACK OF AND TEACHES RELATIONAL VALUES BETWEEN THE TWO. ASSIGNMENT FOR COLLEGE STUDENTS ALL OVER THE WORLD #9
PRETTY BABY (FILMED IN 1978)
Directed by Louis Malle and stars Brooke Shields, Keith Carradine and Susan Saradon. Screenplay written by Polly Platt.
The plot is centered around a 12 year old young woman (Violet) introduced into the world of prostitution in Storyville (red-light district) in New Orleans during the 20th century. Her mother (Hattie) is a working prostitute in an elegant brothel and it is run by Madame Nell who has a cocaine habit and is elderly. Ernest J. Bellocq is a photographer avidly interested in taking pictures of the whores and of little Violet who is a child but budding quickly into womanhood and who will soon become a practicing prostitute.
Propose Extra Credit to teacher and ask if you can do an oral presentation with students asking you questions to allow you to become used to speaking in front of a crowd. This will teach you how to be an orator and a great speaker one day.
The assignment is to watch the movie, answer the questions with emotional feeling and thought and write an essay of the possible consequences of living in a brothel and whether or not indifference occurs to stop being moralistic and uncaring of what the outside world thinks or feels about a whore.
By doing so you will develop stimulative comprehension, interpretative comprehension, and thought comprehension. This is a starter and teaching session.
Stimulative Comprehension - Consist of stimuli that encourages thought patterns to emerge that facilitate understanding with more comprehension and continuous thought.
Interpretative Comprehension - Consist of taking a thought and becoming more analytical and interpretative of the intent whether clearly versed or hidden and obtaining the intent to keep on.
Thought Comprehension - is the last step in assimilation because it takes in account the stimuli and the reason (interpretative comprehension) and it will facilitate considerable change and expanded thought that allows more understanding and evolved thought patterns.
1. Generate Questions that incorporates using exploratory thought patterns and will allow more concise assimilation.
2. Answers become more broadened, detailed and generate more interactive ability and cognizant ability expands when continuing reading.
3. More ability to be analytical and upgradeable analysis and observational skill will naturally expand as student grows and matures.
4. Summary and conclusionary thought of subject provide assimilative procedures by using the supposedly common tools that are a base but is allowable to be expanded to ensure more accurate reading and entails allowing thought processes to increase.
QUESTIONS IN RELATION TO MOVIE (STORY)
1. What are your thoughts about a whorehouse or brothel?
2. Do you think that whores are immoral?
3. Do you think whores serve a special purpose?
4. Do you think that children born in a whorehouse have a chance to live a life of normalcy?
5. Do you think that all are pressed into a life of prostitution?
6. If a child has been reared into this type of lifestyle…Do you think that they dream of a life outside this environment? If so what do you think would make them change and wish to leave?
7. In concern with the story Pretty Baby…Do you think Mr. Bellocq the photographer found the life of a prostitute fascinating?
8. Why do you think he wanted to photography prostitutes? and Ms. Hattie in particular?
9. Do you think Mr. Bellocq was easily embarrassed when he first came to the brothel?
10. Why do you think they had a black ouju (woojo) woman praying for them and blessing the house?
11. Do you feel that they found the whole affair queer to light candles and ring bells?
12. Do you believe she (the black ouju) was a charlatan?
13. Do you feel Hattie was unfit as a mother? Why?
14. Do you feel she should have given her children away to be raised in a more conventional setting such as an orphanage instead of a whorehouse?
15. Do you believe Hattie was prejudice when she expressed impatience for her coffee?
16. Why do you think she started letting her daughter (Violet) watch her have sex with her customers?
17. When a customer started shooting in the brothel do you believe that violence was an element, was expected and a usual activity?
18. What kind of language do you find offensive in this movie?
19. Is this language suitable for everyday usage outside this house of ill-repute?
20. Do you think that it is usual for generation by generation of whores to stay in the prostitution profession?
21. Does Violet (Hattie’s daughter) have a future as a decent woman?
22. Hattie’s mother was a prostitute was she not?
23. Why did Hattie stay and become a prostitute?
24. Who did Hattie blame for her circumstance and her being forced to stay there and whore?
25. Why did Hattie want to leave?
26. Did Hattie want to be respectable?
27. Why did Hattie wish herself dead and that she had never been born?
28. Was Hattie depressed?
29. Do you believe or think that Hattie felt unclean?
30. Do you think Hattie could make it outside the whorehouse by herself?
31. Do you think Violet was too grown or precocious for her own good?
32. Why do you think Hattie kept asking questions of Mr. Bellocq of why he did not solicit sex from the other prostitutes like the other men?
33. Why do you think Hattie told him everything of what the madam said about him and called him?
34. What was close to the whorehouse that helped the whores make money?
35. Why do you think her mother (Hattie) started to school her daughter (Violet) on how to please a man by allowing her to watch herself and her John (paid customer) have sex?
36. Why do you think Violet looked on being bidded on as an adventure?
37. Does Violet express regret at the loss of her virginity?
38. Does Violet understand that she was displayed as marketable merchandise?
39. Do you think Violet felt elated for her virginity to be sold for $400?
40. What is Violet’s age at this time?
41. Why do you think the black lady told Violet to leave her son alone because he was black and she was white and there was to be no sex or play between them of a sexual nature (white and black race)?
42. What was Violet doing to make the black lady tell her to leave her son alone and why?
43. Would there be consequences if they (Violet and this black boy) continued on in this fashion?
44. Would the black boy think it was okay if he started to have sex with someone white?
45. What would happen to him (the black boy) if caught having sex with someone white?
46. Who whipped Violet because she said she would do what she wanted and pleased and why?
47. What did Violet do next after the whipping?
48. Whose house did Violet run away to? How did she know where he (who is he) lived?
49. Why did Mr. Bellocq marry her and she was underage and considered a child?
50. Was Violet illiterate and only knew the way of prostitutes (language, ways, behavior)?
51. Do you believe that she was capable of polite conversation that required social niceties and conduct?
52. Why did Mr. Bellocq get tired of Violet’s tantrums, destructive behavior and malice exhibited by Violet and his photographic supplies and pictures?
53. Why was the whorehouse being picketed and the whores run out of town?
54. Why did Violet’s mom come back and search until she found her?
55. Did Violet leave with her mother alone and why?
56. Why did Bellocq stay behind and not leave with Violet, mom and stepfather?
57. Had Violet’s circumstances changed since she left the whorehouse and was she financially able to care for her now?
58. What did Violet’s mother and stepfather want to do for her to change her life and give her a chance to live a more respectable life?
59. What is the moral of the story? (Exactly what is the purpose of this story and what are they trying to relay?)
60. Is this a life anyone would be jealous or envious of? Why?
61. Can everyone pick their destiny?
62. Do you believe anyone cared for the prostitutes as people?
63. Do you think the madam was ashamed to sell a child’s virginity and had a hand in corrupting her?
64. Does her (the madam) behavior make you wonder if she had done it before?
By Felicia McCaw
Directed by Louis Malle and stars Brooke Shields, Keith Carradine and Susan Saradon. Screenplay written by Polly Platt.
The plot is centered around a 12 year old young woman (Violet) introduced into the world of prostitution in Storyville (red-light district) in New Orleans during the 20th century. Her mother (Hattie) is a working prostitute in an elegant brothel and it is run by Madame Nell who has a cocaine habit and is elderly. Ernest J. Bellocq is a photographer avidly interested in taking pictures of the whores and of little Violet who is a child but budding quickly into womanhood and who will soon become a practicing prostitute.
Propose Extra Credit to teacher and ask if you can do an oral presentation with students asking you questions to allow you to become used to speaking in front of a crowd. This will teach you how to be an orator and a great speaker one day.
The assignment is to watch the movie, answer the questions with emotional feeling and thought and write an essay of the possible consequences of living in a brothel and whether or not indifference occurs to stop being moralistic and uncaring of what the outside world thinks or feels about a whore.
By doing so you will develop stimulative comprehension, interpretative comprehension, and thought comprehension. This is a starter and teaching session.
Stimulative Comprehension - Consist of stimuli that encourages thought patterns to emerge that facilitate understanding with more comprehension and continuous thought.
Interpretative Comprehension - Consist of taking a thought and becoming more analytical and interpretative of the intent whether clearly versed or hidden and obtaining the intent to keep on.
Thought Comprehension - is the last step in assimilation because it takes in account the stimuli and the reason (interpretative comprehension) and it will facilitate considerable change and expanded thought that allows more understanding and evolved thought patterns.
1. Generate Questions that incorporates using exploratory thought patterns and will allow more concise assimilation.
2. Answers become more broadened, detailed and generate more interactive ability and cognizant ability expands when continuing reading.
3. More ability to be analytical and upgradeable analysis and observational skill will naturally expand as student grows and matures.
4. Summary and conclusionary thought of subject provide assimilative procedures by using the supposedly common tools that are a base but is allowable to be expanded to ensure more accurate reading and entails allowing thought processes to increase.
QUESTIONS IN RELATION TO MOVIE (STORY)
1. What are your thoughts about a whorehouse or brothel?
2. Do you think that whores are immoral?
3. Do you think whores serve a special purpose?
4. Do you think that children born in a whorehouse have a chance to live a life of normalcy?
5. Do you think that all are pressed into a life of prostitution?
6. If a child has been reared into this type of lifestyle…Do you think that they dream of a life outside this environment? If so what do you think would make them change and wish to leave?
7. In concern with the story Pretty Baby…Do you think Mr. Bellocq the photographer found the life of a prostitute fascinating?
8. Why do you think he wanted to photography prostitutes? and Ms. Hattie in particular?
9. Do you think Mr. Bellocq was easily embarrassed when he first came to the brothel?
10. Why do you think they had a black ouju (woojo) woman praying for them and blessing the house?
11. Do you feel that they found the whole affair queer to light candles and ring bells?
12. Do you believe she (the black ouju) was a charlatan?
13. Do you feel Hattie was unfit as a mother? Why?
14. Do you feel she should have given her children away to be raised in a more conventional setting such as an orphanage instead of a whorehouse?
15. Do you believe Hattie was prejudice when she expressed impatience for her coffee?
16. Why do you think she started letting her daughter (Violet) watch her have sex with her customers?
17. When a customer started shooting in the brothel do you believe that violence was an element, was expected and a usual activity?
18. What kind of language do you find offensive in this movie?
19. Is this language suitable for everyday usage outside this house of ill-repute?
20. Do you think that it is usual for generation by generation of whores to stay in the prostitution profession?
21. Does Violet (Hattie’s daughter) have a future as a decent woman?
22. Hattie’s mother was a prostitute was she not?
23. Why did Hattie stay and become a prostitute?
24. Who did Hattie blame for her circumstance and her being forced to stay there and whore?
25. Why did Hattie want to leave?
26. Did Hattie want to be respectable?
27. Why did Hattie wish herself dead and that she had never been born?
28. Was Hattie depressed?
29. Do you believe or think that Hattie felt unclean?
30. Do you think Hattie could make it outside the whorehouse by herself?
31. Do you think Violet was too grown or precocious for her own good?
32. Why do you think Hattie kept asking questions of Mr. Bellocq of why he did not solicit sex from the other prostitutes like the other men?
33. Why do you think Hattie told him everything of what the madam said about him and called him?
34. What was close to the whorehouse that helped the whores make money?
35. Why do you think her mother (Hattie) started to school her daughter (Violet) on how to please a man by allowing her to watch herself and her John (paid customer) have sex?
36. Why do you think Violet looked on being bidded on as an adventure?
37. Does Violet express regret at the loss of her virginity?
38. Does Violet understand that she was displayed as marketable merchandise?
39. Do you think Violet felt elated for her virginity to be sold for $400?
40. What is Violet’s age at this time?
41. Why do you think the black lady told Violet to leave her son alone because he was black and she was white and there was to be no sex or play between them of a sexual nature (white and black race)?
42. What was Violet doing to make the black lady tell her to leave her son alone and why?
43. Would there be consequences if they (Violet and this black boy) continued on in this fashion?
44. Would the black boy think it was okay if he started to have sex with someone white?
45. What would happen to him (the black boy) if caught having sex with someone white?
46. Who whipped Violet because she said she would do what she wanted and pleased and why?
47. What did Violet do next after the whipping?
48. Whose house did Violet run away to? How did she know where he (who is he) lived?
49. Why did Mr. Bellocq marry her and she was underage and considered a child?
50. Was Violet illiterate and only knew the way of prostitutes (language, ways, behavior)?
51. Do you believe that she was capable of polite conversation that required social niceties and conduct?
52. Why did Mr. Bellocq get tired of Violet’s tantrums, destructive behavior and malice exhibited by Violet and his photographic supplies and pictures?
53. Why was the whorehouse being picketed and the whores run out of town?
54. Why did Violet’s mom come back and search until she found her?
55. Did Violet leave with her mother alone and why?
56. Why did Bellocq stay behind and not leave with Violet, mom and stepfather?
57. Had Violet’s circumstances changed since she left the whorehouse and was she financially able to care for her now?
58. What did Violet’s mother and stepfather want to do for her to change her life and give her a chance to live a more respectable life?
59. What is the moral of the story? (Exactly what is the purpose of this story and what are they trying to relay?)
60. Is this a life anyone would be jealous or envious of? Why?
61. Can everyone pick their destiny?
62. Do you believe anyone cared for the prostitutes as people?
63. Do you think the madam was ashamed to sell a child’s virginity and had a hand in corrupting her?
64. Does her (the madam) behavior make you wonder if she had done it before?
By Felicia McCaw
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Lil Shuga & Bo Jangel (ADULTS ONLY)
Balmy nights caressed country southern skies of blue ink aqua moon
Crickets chirp anew anew as the time clicked along slow slow as the wheel turned
Sugar cane grew field after field as the sweet pungent arid air of scotched corn and trade filled the air
Standing at the top of stair was Lil Shuga small brown and womanly curves aplenty smile of white flashing wide
Hearing her name called Lil Shuga Lil Shuga she answered soft as hummingbird’s sugar sweet song
Seeing who called her name soft with masculine purr she looked around hair of curls flickering soft across forehead and large oval eyes of soft brown
Red lips of soft blush of peach and plum curved soft with whispering secrets saying yes yes yes
He asked her soft with pantherish strides to her side looking down with questions in eyes of hot sin when when when
Curving her hand in his of large hard she tripped along looking at him from eyes of corner watching his thighs ripple contract ripple contract
Shivers of chills caressed her brown pearly skin as her eyes wondered above and above until she met his eyes of amused and lips of pleased curve
Pulling her close he asked her with murmur of seductive honey Bo Jangel please please kissing her neck with soft nibbles of twinkle twinkle until she near faint
Wrapping arms of clinging song around neck of strong she returned kiss for kiss licking his neck of brown succulence saying je suis je suis amor
Grabbing her firm he mounted her elephant with her small feet planted on thighs of hard and begin to circle circle and plunge until she screamed for more more more
Bo twisted her around with full thighs clinging to waist of hard muscle repeatedly thrusting until he felt oceans ride fierce inside of curls of gracious heat crash through his heart as his love for her filled him full
Both moaning with sweet respite they rested entwined until morning dew caressed them both
By
Felicia McCaw
Crickets chirp anew anew as the time clicked along slow slow as the wheel turned
Sugar cane grew field after field as the sweet pungent arid air of scotched corn and trade filled the air
Standing at the top of stair was Lil Shuga small brown and womanly curves aplenty smile of white flashing wide
Hearing her name called Lil Shuga Lil Shuga she answered soft as hummingbird’s sugar sweet song
Seeing who called her name soft with masculine purr she looked around hair of curls flickering soft across forehead and large oval eyes of soft brown
Red lips of soft blush of peach and plum curved soft with whispering secrets saying yes yes yes
He asked her soft with pantherish strides to her side looking down with questions in eyes of hot sin when when when
Curving her hand in his of large hard she tripped along looking at him from eyes of corner watching his thighs ripple contract ripple contract
Shivers of chills caressed her brown pearly skin as her eyes wondered above and above until she met his eyes of amused and lips of pleased curve
Pulling her close he asked her with murmur of seductive honey Bo Jangel please please kissing her neck with soft nibbles of twinkle twinkle until she near faint
Wrapping arms of clinging song around neck of strong she returned kiss for kiss licking his neck of brown succulence saying je suis je suis amor
Grabbing her firm he mounted her elephant with her small feet planted on thighs of hard and begin to circle circle and plunge until she screamed for more more more
Bo twisted her around with full thighs clinging to waist of hard muscle repeatedly thrusting until he felt oceans ride fierce inside of curls of gracious heat crash through his heart as his love for her filled him full
Both moaning with sweet respite they rested entwined until morning dew caressed them both
By
Felicia McCaw
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Black Daffodil (ADULTS ONLY)
Long glorious black hair of heavenly silk draped shoulders of sweet dignity
She graced the days as the sweetest bloom or rose of euphoric black
Gleaming white teeth flashed invitingly sweet of sensual allure on face of flawless beauty of carved chisel
Sister of the long she was of gangster proud toting twin Dillinger grooved pearl handle flashing fire speed of enchantment of time itself
Eyes of jade gleamed flashing fire as she controlled her stead of white palomino spot
Dismounting in fluid movement of grace she laughed with her friends as money flowered each step she took
Grasping her hand he carried in sweet of gesture desire as he kissed the inside of her wrist with lingering kisses and swirl of tongue
His eyes hungry and slitted slant watched her react and tremble as a bird of nesting sugar as he swept her hard against his chest of muscles
Savage hungry hands ripped at her clothes freeing bounty of full lush to his questing lips and tongue sucking hungrily at her nipples he lifted her full rounded derrière and impaled her sharply gripping and caressing her skin as contraction ran through her frame smiling as he felt her within and out
Pace to pace he taught her he taught her to follow to follow every churn thrust and circle
Kissing her full he caught every sigh gust exhalation of erotic screaming pleasure as he rode her hard to ecstasy’s end
Enclosed in arms of hard cocoon safe she and he slept as the night cooled fervid flesh
By
Felicia McCaw
She graced the days as the sweetest bloom or rose of euphoric black
Gleaming white teeth flashed invitingly sweet of sensual allure on face of flawless beauty of carved chisel
Sister of the long she was of gangster proud toting twin Dillinger grooved pearl handle flashing fire speed of enchantment of time itself
Eyes of jade gleamed flashing fire as she controlled her stead of white palomino spot
Dismounting in fluid movement of grace she laughed with her friends as money flowered each step she took
Grasping her hand he carried in sweet of gesture desire as he kissed the inside of her wrist with lingering kisses and swirl of tongue
His eyes hungry and slitted slant watched her react and tremble as a bird of nesting sugar as he swept her hard against his chest of muscles
Savage hungry hands ripped at her clothes freeing bounty of full lush to his questing lips and tongue sucking hungrily at her nipples he lifted her full rounded derrière and impaled her sharply gripping and caressing her skin as contraction ran through her frame smiling as he felt her within and out
Pace to pace he taught her he taught her to follow to follow every churn thrust and circle
Kissing her full he caught every sigh gust exhalation of erotic screaming pleasure as he rode her hard to ecstasy’s end
Enclosed in arms of hard cocoon safe she and he slept as the night cooled fervid flesh
By
Felicia McCaw
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