ThrushedTicklingBreeze

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..

thrushedticklingbreeze

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