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::::Love Locked::::

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                     Locked
                  Yes locked
               her tumescent
                    to mine

        I felt her rapid breathe
                        As 
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
             pulling her vibrate 
              'gainst mine wild

             Ourn torsos locked
              Her bulging eyne 
        brimming with love's wet  
                 whilst mine
           reaches hern depth

              Ourn bodies yaw 
           loving each's sweat
        Ourn maws exclamating 
                 Vehemently
                    "yesss"

          As mine lurch retreats
         Ourn together watches
           as the ebb from hern
                     glisters

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/17/2021 11:16:00 AM

Goodness, the Appalachian Trail is quite lovely I surmise!

James Peranteau
Date: 10/19/2021 5:18:00 AM

;)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/25/2021 6:57:00 AM

What scrumptious vocabulary. No one else could describe this experience in the same way. I wonder how she would react to reading this piece? My favourite read of the day. ;0)

James Peranteau
Date: 10/4/2021 5:48:00 AM

Thank you for the vote of confidence dear poet! And with regard her reading this; yikes! I had to hide the write from her....the repeat performances are causing mine rapid old Richard....LOL...Have a creative day sir...much love, james

David Kavanagh

Date: 9/2/2021 1:29:00 PM

Your a real charmer James, and have a way with words, but you leave me wondering did any pillow talk follow on, perhaps enough said already, cheers David

James Peranteau
Date: 9/15/2021 7:24:00 PM

There were no pillowz dear poet; i found this South Carolina lovely ...fortuitous...moment, along an Appalachian trail one Summer on a sweltering August afternoon...afterward it was more like..."let's hit a creek girlie" *sm...have a great week...much love, james