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I Walk in from the Cold

Writer's picture: The Naked PoetThe Naked Poet

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I walk in from the cold


I walk in from the cold

I strip to my nakedness

The red hot log burning fire

My silhouette

I feel your naked heat

Your skin wrapped around my nakedness

Your manly hand fondles my breast

Squeeze and nibble erect

I feel your sensual mouth

Licking my breasts like a swirling ice cream

As your hand is between my legs

Feel my wetness

On the floor

I feel your hardness

Thrust hard

Your hear moan

Sensations overload

Sweat and heat

You taste my blood

Drink my sweat

Taste your Naked Poet

Feel her words flow

Your Naked Poet


Toria

27/8/2021

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