A s I sit here awaiting him

F ar apart my thighs

T here sits freshly picked strawberries

E xuding their heady summery scent

R eady to be devoured by a hungry mouth

eeding him to approach me with

O pen lustful eyes &

O n me he shall dine

N ow an open door, his footsteps

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D elve he does, slow, deep & eager

E nveloping soft folds mingle with fresh ripe flesh

L ingering licks follow long sucks

I knew his afternoon off would delight him

G radually pulling me deeper onto him

H is hardness grazing my toes

T uesday afternoons are made of this…

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Pea

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