Slap N Tickle
Slap and Tickle
Of slap and tickle, for the fickle,
beyond the hollows of the knees,
the lovers game quite insane,
where cast she is upon my knee,
her cheeks so red a game instead,
gentle slaps so frequently.
The fingers dip, and sometimes slip,
the mound is wet with estacy,
as lovers do, erotic too,
a power game, entice the dew,
the panting is the quest,
of rosy cheeks, as buttocks squeak,
an opening is sometimes blest
a struggle must perhaps ensue,
for in this game, the ending same,
a coming yet are you?
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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