Apples to Orgasms
On a tuffet she lay, As each dwindling ray, Kissed her muffet like summer’s last lover. Splayed without care, And as perfectly bare, As the autumn-blown branches above her. ∇ Hand on her thigh, Welling up like the eye Of a storm, calm, awaiting ascent. Moans from her mouth, Sent the birds soaring south For […]
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