Ribbed for her PleasureA Poem by Brucea dream I had last night.your red dress around your waist flowing hair spread like an auburn fan
bury my face in your curls silver ribbons adorn
"harder."
you say as I guide your hips to mine, you sigh and tease as I pull and squeeze
tears of joy comingled with sighs of content
I finish, put on my clothes, and close the door. © 2011 Bruce |
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Added on December 5, 2011 Last Updated on December 5, 2011 AuthorBruceChicago, ILAbout“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every ti.. more..Writing
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