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That Time Of The Month
images of her naked, wanting and wet kept popping into his head
and he knew what that meant.
it was that time of the month
that's what he told her.
he was burning hot and she was his flavor of the month.
holding her in his arms and rubbing up against her,
as he kissed her would not suffice.
he wanted to spread her wide open,
taste her, feel her,
nibble and mark her everywhere.
plunge deep inside her
make her moan, cry, scream, and shout
take her there, make her say his name.
his machismo in check, he was sure he could achieve all of this and more.
he told her he wanted more from her than just that,
but not today.
it was that time of the month
and he wanted to do the nasty to her
in a fervent and salacious way.
i like the way your bring it in your special solacious way elle. i too, now have fervent images in my head..... (not a good thing elle)
a burning admirer of your work