Morning Dew
Like a powerful lioness, amongst the pride That stalked the savannah for her prey, With deep blue eyes, fixated upon the prize. A morning wood so thick and juicy That’s impossible to resist, temptation Drool gathers at the corners of her mouth And pools upon her chin, that drips upon the ground. Slowly, instinct kicked in and crawled seductively forth, Nipples, grazed along muscular thighs, towards the prize Possessed b...