Con-Sensual
Con-sensual
The sweeter the dream,
the more personal the heat,
say what? yet I mean ,
little tittys are neat,
on your lap she is sitting,
********’s concrete,
no loving you’re getting,
sore aggots aint sweet,
a teaser I’m betting,
infernal the beat,
the thin cloth is parting,
as fingers compete,
to block off the entrance,
where 2 fools may meet,
as you will her to let you play,
with her seat,
and the passionate kiss,
has you in there toot suite,
con-sensual the cuddle,
as the racing heart beats,
all froth n cream bubble,
almost brain dead, delete,
but death you do cheat,
vesuvious,
comes the eruption,
complete.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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