ThrushedTicklingBreeze
Moon goes up
an son,
cum’s down…
Spreading breeze
softly, tickling,
between those golden knee’s..
Harmoniously, he entwined
her inviting, behind!
Harden, opening rhythm
thrushed passionately…
Duet bursting orgasms,
rainbow flavoured emotion,
as we’re rocked,
into never, never lands…
Spooned drifted asleep…
As the miracle of morning
sunrise to creep..
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