Breakfast At Tiffiny's
Gazing up in anticipation at her moist as perfumed
Soft lips pink petals glistening with, love's desirous dew..
Gliding slowly downward to meet my kiss; guiding palms her silk
Warmth caressing her breast squeezing my hips pulling me in, to her joy.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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