Climb the wooden hills to Bedfordshire
Fingers discard my clinging attire
Slipping silently between fine sheets
Mind a-whirr from delectable treats.
Clinging pillows my head to grace
Fine hair dishevelled across my face
Mouse wriggling lost in this grande bed
Space unending; curling toes widespread.
Pulsating visions across mine eyes
Soaking pleasure stains adorn soft thighs
Corrupted innocence on display
I command all with leering survey.
Fingers entwined in pulsating flesh
Cajoled by sweet her I did enmesh
Ruthlessly teasing lost squirming me
Helplessly driven to ecstasy.
Soaking sheets beneath smooth, speckled skin
A divine, abased return to sin
Skewered and thrusting; moans hard-panted
With lustful wickedness enchanted.
Let’s climb the wooden hills to Bedfordshire
To drench this body in orgasmic fire.
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