Lazy Sunday

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Lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday

Nothing to wear

A fondle of my t*ts

Kissing my poetic lips

Your sensual mouth

I feel your tongue on my soft skin

Your head between my thighs licking

Sensations rise

Your head in my garden

Your getting ready to spray

Your hard d**k deep inside

I rise and arch my back

Hot and sticky

My t*ts in your face

Hands on my bot

Sunday sex

Your Naked Poet wet

She whispers her words

Panting and lust

She comes to your beautiful touch

Skin on skin

In this sex whirlwind

She is scorching hot

Burnt by her words

Aroma of her naked scent

She is heaven sent

Aroma of sex

You’ve had your poetic verse

Mesmerised by her butterfly wings

Hypnotised as you take your Naked Poet for an erotic ride

Totally naked and raw

Your Naked Poet has nothing to wear

As her number one fan has stripped her bare

Your Naked Poet

Toria

5/9/2021