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Sweet Deep Strokes...
Every stroke was like playing a heart wrenching sweet musical note
Eliciting that sweet impassioned pain from the bottom of her throat
Her
body was my violin and her kitty purred obscenely sweet
Like those cats I hear meowing late at nights wanting to be touched and squeezed
To
be the purveyor of such pleasure is indeed an empowering aphrodisiac
I
am awed by the spectacle squirming between my hands
Her
breathing is labored,
Her
skin soaked from continued pleasure
Each
stroke is like a breaststroke moving through her ocean
Muscles
are contracting as worlds are colliding
It
won’t be long now until new horizons are conquered
She
lays before me a beautiful empty canvas
Tonight
I will fill in all her colors
Soft
earthly tones my brush will paint to complement her smile
And
somewhere between multiple pleasures
Hot
passionate strokes of red
Will
fill the scorching sun setting between her long beautiful legs.
Dean
Jéan-Pierre
(Wouldn’t
it be something if I could deliver on the promises of my words..ya..lol)