Toe-N-Toe
Toe-n-Toe
and the flow, torrent flow,
tween toe n de toe,
it rose to a fever pitch,
tween her thighs,
she gripped him, just so!
the heat of the flesh ceased to itch,
just a bit.....
but he was rising and rising,
& rising some more,
and harder the fever got pitched,
he tried to escape,
but no giddy-up-go....
till into the black sweet exhaustion you know,
he slipped and he slipped bloody slipt......
Don
re:Debbie Duncan "She Waits"
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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