it was his way
anticipation
let her breathe a while
maturity would reward him
upon moistened lips
his tongue would savour
oh aromatic thrill
his fingers began to caress
curves of pleasure
yes
full bodied
and beautifully rounded
now!
no more teasing
he knew she was ready
he drank of her
lustfully
greedily
head swimming
with sheer delight
savouring her finesse
he'd waited
and here at last
gratification
no immature cheap tart taint
of the barrel room here
but a fine rich burgundy wine
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Well, I'm glad someone's having fun here! Fido won't let me have any 'excitement' - well, not much! heehee.
Fido knows your secrets with the communion wine orchi. Those longing looks he gives you when all he gets are a few communion wafers and a bowl of water. There are some great you tube vids of dogs under the affluence of inkerhol.
The first one of these is fido singing one of your hymns. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=110Za0Otu2k&list=RD110Za0Otu2k&start_radio=1
Fido's good, but a pest at times. I will put him out in the garden for a while. lol.
well, with each evaporating hint
of nuanced heat, emanating
from these winking lines
of innuendo's: delights
we can only assume,
you really enjoyed that bottle last night eh Dusk?.. lol
another fun read, thanks for sharing dear poet
Lordy, Lordy, Dusk had a party.
I have been there with my 'head swimming in sheer delight' but in my case it was a fine Rioja.
Andy
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