Delicious Derrieres

I love to look out, when You look in, Sir;
And You love the greeting - the way I purr,
Hearing each footstep: determined wanting
Your girl for some hard use in between meetings:
A meeting of flesh, as you press your way in -
The carpet is soft ; and the sex is something
That is so special - you pump like a lord -
Stuffing me fuller than you could afford.
Were I not a free gift who you can so bring
To the boil and more, while you are looking in...

*moustique*
 
there are devilish games that we play so well
On the devilish brink of a beloved hell ;
We open the doors and, without any jitters,
Show off what we have, awaiting the pitter-
Patter of thumping great feet,
Attached to such men, as you'd not like to meet ;
But I am alert to their needs and their wishes
(Which are not making beds, nor doing the dishes) ;
We buy our own food, but Sir pays for the meal
Then eats me out nicely - the tongue is surreal -
It is unmatched for all of the tight hiding places
Where you are not lost - but leave smiles on faces
Of young ladies who are in luck and share
Devilish games and delicious derrieres...

*moustique*
 
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