I've seen spiderman sell seashells by the seashore
I've seen my fortune in movies thats told
I've thought things I knew were for sure
But after smelling your fragrance I'm glad I grew old.

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What a pity, that poem thread fell
down to the smut game´s floor.
so I will push it up and tell:
people please post some more.

(and read the instructions 1st :D)

Ok honey bunny here I am
Let's start anew the best we can
You have begun this again, I see
Now what are you going to do to me...............;)

For some fantasy in a new place
let´s try some magic witchin´.
START the good old poem race
and beam to the floor of a kitchen.

As I stand by the kitchen sink
I feel you enter the room
You send my way a delicious wink
My pulse rate begins to zoom......... :)

I come near
I get you by your hips
I take you from the rear
and kiss you on your lips. :p

The softness of your LIPS on mine
Sends tingles up and down my spine
Our bodies pressing closer together
Your tender caress couldn't feel better

Against the sink I´m PRESSING your hips
my hands are searching for more.
They move around and find your tits
all natural, no silicone core :D

LMAO GS

I feel your hot touch on my TITS
Squeezing and finding my nipples
Oh those hands feel fine, a perfect fit
That send pleasure throughout me in ripples.....

The PLEASURE is happening also to me
when I squeeze your perky nips
there is a hard place one foot over my knee
that I press now against your hips.

My HIPS press forward to meet your touch
As my hand slides up your thigh
Your quickened breathing excites me so much
As I shudder and let out a sigh........

As you SIGH I open your blouse a bit,
slide my fingers below your bra´s lace;
circling and squeezing your gorgeous tit
I´m kissing your pretty face.

KISSING you is so exciting
Our tongue's touch is so inviting
Brings to my mind of places to go
To tease and please your body so!

As we investigate our secret PLACES
my left hand goes down to your lap.
with closed eyes cheek to cheek both faces;
through the cloth I seem to feel a gap.

With your hand in place I meet your touch
My wetness you can feel
It never seems to take too much
To fill me with such zeal...