Aneath the Blood Red Moon
She dreamed in passion so I took this paint and splashed it about silent panes....
Howling at the sun; turning, back to find her beauty pleasantly unclothed; smiling
As touching herself and, knowing; kicking the chair out of the way while crossing
Crystal's room; smashing times lamp unto the floor; pulling her into these burning
Arms spinning amid joyful laughter; lowering her splendour atop the table; digging
Her nails into my back as I squeezed tightly her delicate, firm breast; spreading her
Wanting vanilla thighs; biting deeply her sweet neck; blood, beginning its ecstasies
Course then she screamed, as I thrust; cherished this our moment when, Elizabeth
Walked in; returning unto the three of us again; waiting on a star; anticipation....
Linda hungrily laying her back; ravishing, her soft ebony silkened flesh; loves taste
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...."While She Cried In Still Framed Colours, 'Aneath The Blood Red Moon'" *
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2012
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