Pleasure After Dark
As the night falls, nature
calls. A body so delight,
a touch that lights my night.
I feel her needy hands
wondering in the dark
trying to park upon me.
She reaches out for me,
wanting and needing me
to make her weak. Softly
her fingers moves mildly
as my muscles begins to
go wild. With her lips, titts
and naked hips she entice
and excites my brain as it
travels through to my vains,
and with her pleasure after
dark she erase the pain of
life and make me feel the
pleasure of tonight.
Copyright © Andrew Vassell | Year Posted 2012
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