darknessA Poem by Kenny L. Mitchell"darkness" Late at night When the house Is still My breath Becomes Short And my Pulse Quickens With Subtle Anticipation I lick My fingers As my sacred Garden Grows moist And anxious Silk Panties Are quickly Discarded As My middle Finger Gently strokes My aching Desires Massaging My breasts I lick The tips Of my aroused N*****s Flicking them Like a Serpent's Tongue I moan as My river Flows into A mighty Ocean Cascading Like a waterfall Powerful, Gushing Unstoppable Deeper And deeper I explore Myself As my Hips And Thighs Rise To each Orgasmic Thrust My head Tosses Back And forth In my pillow I tremble… I moan… I smile… Knowing That Sweet Darkness Will Always Keep my Secrets © 2009 Kenny L. Mitchell |
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1 Review Added on June 29, 2009 Last Updated on August 12, 2009 AuthorKenny L. MitchellGAAboutI have been off of this site for nearly ten years! I've since published five novels (the sixth is about to drop in a few weeks) and I even started my own publishing company. I have never stopped wri.. more..Writing
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