Her Picture

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.She lies across my screen,All curves and beauty and glory.Soft, voluptuous roundnessSplayed across my field of vision,And I grow hard with desireTo lay my hands upon her shape,To press my weightInto the small isveçbahis of her backAnd let her feel my growing shaftBetween those pale, smackable cheeks.She is a peach behindAnd a goddess all over,A woman of pure beautyWhere Nature resides in deified formAnd offers her soul as a blessing and boon,Ne’er isveçbahis giriş a sacrifice but aGrace kissed upon the tip of my cock,A tongue flicker of transcendental praiseAcross my throbbing head.Goddess,I’d fuck you hard and deep!My hands would grab that smooth, round assAs I thrust my isveçbahis yeni giriş hips towards your flesh,Reaching around from behind to cupYour large, heavy breastsAnd roll your nipples between fingers and thumbsAs my cock embeds its pulsing needIn your soaking pussyAnd slides between carnal desireAnd immortal slick sin.And SPLATT!My screen is dripping with cum,Across her ass and the palenessSo 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.