Her hips magnets to my fingertips, I want to kiss her footsteps until her soles walk into my soul, until pleasing her is my only earthly goal, Until I’m exhausted and they would swear Our bed had a faucet. I call her edible, She is my festival. Why roll the dice when I’ve won already, Why dance to another tune When she’s my favorite medley. Every time I see her I’m astonished And just to be honest, The realm out of which she pours Will damn near be sore after I binge and gorge, And plead to nibble just a little more. She’s my favorite glass of wine quenching my thirst “Damn curvy girls have the best loving on earth”. Written by Tracy L. Styles
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 05:37:23 +0000
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