Is It Love?A Poem by AlprisThis is really erotic... but I chose Humor because it is. Midler fans will get the jist of the lyrics (INCLUDING THE TITLE!). I LOVE BETTE MIDLER! And I'm not afraid to show it. ;) Enjoy!
She put a spell on me
And now, I'm her's. All I need is the girl that brings me delight desire as hypnotic as the rose's turn as the rain tumbles down. Soaking it dripping wet... Will I ever learn, pleasuring myself to a superstar is twisted, it's a tragedy Bette Midler does not visit my bar. In my dreams, she approaches tranquil and sweet and the fire in her eyes, leap red to my skin as red as the sanitary napkin that sits beneath my wings. and I wait. Let me entertain you, she says. That Miss Divine M one with the wind and the heat through my blood let me taste your fire down below. And she widens her legs, beckons me to her gushing river buckets of rain. I am in the mood. I think it's going to rain today, she tells me her nails digging so sweetly into my scalp, her eyes narrowing as my tongue dances figure eights along her pulsating clitoris And on all fours, I beg the love of the 'f*****g' goddess Her words are blunt yet so soft around the edges as soft as the hands that stroke me before she says: Let me just follow from behind. You'll never get away from me, are her final words as I ride out the twitch and savour my climax. One more round...please and infatuation covers me like the thick scent of sex in the air. Dear Bette Midler, From A Distance, as well as friends you can probably hear me moan like the gentle sigh of the sea in the night and the lyrics to all your songs I know you off by heart. and beneath my wings, I drip furiously for you. I don't want the night to end. P.S. I love you © 2012 AlprisReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 25, 2012 Last Updated on February 25, 2012 Tags: bette midler funny masturbation AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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