On a ship of true vacation they went sailing sailing sailing a blow in winds of smooth
Counting money between they aspired to keep honey afreshed anew as long as possible for feast of famine
Crooning Crooning a song of love they rowed rowed thinking of amour amour and sweet trysts of pleasure night
Owl looking with eyes of slumber gazed at Pussy with lust and rut muttering beneath voice of low he said wait wait until we reach passage of stop with inner smile
Owl started relaying compliments of her beauty as likened to a rose of full bloom and breast of charms that spins his mind
Pussy singing in a voice that even a hummingbird envies looked at Owl with sheer adoration as he leaned his head to side with hand to chin eyes closed letting melodic flow of music flow flow flow over him as like waves of thrilling pleasure
Professing undying love he grabbed hands of petite kissing them long long running kisses from wrist to shoulder neck until he claimed lips of full petals
Proceeding with kisses down from neck to breast of sweet tangy orange he suckled until she hollered throwing head back tossing her hair from side to side
Grabbing her close until not a sliver of light passed through both forms of mold he lifted her impaling her on shaft of hard repeatedly repeatedly until she climaxed with quavers quakes of heat flowing from head to toe
Laughing deep in throat with vibrations echoing deep within chest of wide he shouted his elation as he came he came with ferocious surges
Curling her deep within his arms he slept murmuring sweet love you are never getting away
By
Felicia McCaw
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