Poem for Monday, June 24, 2024

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Poem for Monday, June 24, 2024


One time I pulled back his shell,

I could tell from the start that I wanted him,

his voice and smile made me excited.


I held him in my hands,

after we kissed,

on the sofa in the living room.


He was ready I could tell

by how clean it was

and as I pulled back his shell

I was eager to remain.



Inside of my mouth

he tasted amazing

and I wanted him to remain for hours in my mouth.


One time I was with him,

his cock in my mouth,

he was sitting on the sofa in the living room.


I wanted it to last forever

but he filled my mouth

and afterward, we went to my bed

where he held me on top of him.




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