Chorus

I hear I hear a voice of sweet

Singing singing I love my Father of Great

Loving loving is the chorus chorus of magnificient

My heart rejoice rejoice for he is near

Gracious Lord forever hear my prayer

Amazing is his voice and mercy that thrill a soul of tears

O’ gracious one I adore for thou has saved me one and all

By

Felicia McCaw

Meeko Johnson

Skin a color of black alabaster smooth

Humor ring deep in eyes of huge black hooded sleep

Virility snapping fingers march march to thrill

Intriguing the mind goes yeah as he struts past

Curiosity curiosity ring the bell as he amuse himself well

Hardworker man he like the B.M.W. cruise work hard day by day as well

Honor rangs heavy as a man of color reveals all and serve us proud

By

Felicia McCaw

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Mediocrity Sucks!

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Quiet Humor is a Vicious Thing!

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Rip Van Winkle Goes Ajousting - ADULT EROTICA

Winds blowing cold whispers of snickers deeps as they tickle the beard of one

Snoring lead free he sat under a tree of talk talk

Trading apples the trees looked at Rip Van Winkle with laughter as he moaned in his sleep and rose a tree of his own

Cheeks flushed red he breathed sighed testily as he grumped and sighed sighed deep in sleep was he held

Years Years ran by as he slept one hundred two was the time gone by when he woke with a stretch of mighty thrust

Eyes wild with lust he sniffed sniffed and behold she stood naked as day sunning her creamy sweet

Trailing flowers she ran to him and called him sir do you not dally with me for a while or two or three

Smiling happily he stroked his long beard with sweet strokes as he rose higher higher to impale her fast hard

Screaming with shrill laughter she opened her thighs wide as forever as he impaled her with savage hungrily thrust of parch

Face buried in throat of petal he breathe her scent of lilies as he rode her hard with compelling memories

Laughing he watched her eyes cloud with recognition no more as she swerved upward to meet thrust by thrust as he cupped derrière of firm round

Howling hard long he came with her accompanied scream of elation full kissing her soft he slept the sleep of sleep until rendezvous again

By

Felicia McCaw

Brenda McCaw

Eyes closed and head in clouds fair

Meditatively quiet peace trouble not near

Stars twinkle with amusement as we cajole laughter buried deep within

Patience Patience is the call of the owl

Needles flashing flashing click click click goes the fair clock

Quiet still is the water at hand as thoughts progress forward all

Love Love is the river that covers depths grander more

Kaleidoscope answer the spin does the window blow

By

Felicia McCaw

Deception’s Tryst

Hearken unto me o’ dove of deceit

For thou sweetest nectar of venom is required full

Indubitably thou loins are the grace of parallel ecstasy

Measure not the rod at play but the satiation of lust prevalence

For riddance of thought is acknowledged play and dare not the
temptation to fulfill the quest of another long plead

Whether kind or dare of free comes the night to cover all and grace
to rid the all of another play

By

Felicia McCaw