Fantasy Iv

Pounce of nipple Snatches, Catches me off guard Flounce and ripple Thro' the breasts Arrests Landing hard, I'm flung upon my back To analyse the ceiling - No appealing under stress Now under dress - Panties gone And she upon My countenance - I rouse to bait Her feminine way Lead astray by Aromatic warming Of her womanhood, I tune her body's Resonance Thro' eloquence of tongue - Her shrieking Highly strung We up the play Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012 lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust