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She lies across my screen,
All curves and beauty and glory.
Soft, voluptuous roundness
Splayed across my field of vision,
And I grow hard with desire
To lay my hands upon her shape,
To press my weight
Into the small of her back
And let her feel my growing shaft
Between those pale, smackable cheeks.
She is a peach behind
And a goddess all over,
A woman of pure beauty
Where Nature resides in deified form
And offers her soul as a blessing and boon,
Ne'er a sacrifice but a
Grace kissed upon the tip of my cock,
A tongue flicker of transcendental praise
Across my throbbing head.
I'd fuck you hard and deep!
My hands would grab that smooth, round ass
As I thrust my hips towards your flesh,
Reaching around from behind to cup
Your large, heavy breasts
And roll your nipples between fingers and thumbs
As my cock embeds its pulsing need
In your soaking pussy
And slides between carnal desire
And immortal slick sin.
My screen is dripping with cum,
Across her ass and the paleness
So gently displayed across my screen.
I need a real fuck.This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
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