G. Jay Poet I do not know?

The Bona-Fide Ride

Under the mistletoe                 
With a kindling smile              
Reflect by the candle halo          
Her flirtatious attitude
Solo dancing the tango              
Enticing to come over                    
Then going on her tiptoe         
Letting her hunger go               
Moving to the backside 
The motion of the tide
From the garnet chalice 
The freshness, the sweetness
The cleanness, the softness 
Leaving the world breathless
The gentle sea breeze
Doing as she please
Hands moving down the thigh
The original scent is high
Garb sliding to the knees
Off by the flick of the toe
Taking it slow
Moving as a guide, her eyes are wide
Putting inside and starting the ride 
Ultra-efficiency liquid
Beatitude, pulchritude so vivid 
Bona fide, the ride of the tide
Happily, blissful angel
Oh, by the way, this is a commercial


Updated 5/14/2019

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Cheryl Hoffman February 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM What?!? Lol, you had me going there G…now can't stop chuckling thinking about a Tide commercial! A very humorous write; love the twist at the end!~Che :) G. Jay February 14, 2018 at 9:31 AM lol, glad you enjoyed.