She Wore Him So Well
Somewhere just
beyond
the navy blue,
the cream
of her thigh did
beckon and call
with such
exquisite promise ..
She then
did ride upon his
mastery
and so very slow ..
Almost
as though she was
some bespoke
and new velvet glove ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2023 03:07
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- Users favorite of this poem: LIZ, Bella Shepard
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Comments7
Puppet mastering by any chance?
.. Ha ha .. hardly & truly & thanking you tooly ❤️🍎🍒
lol ❤️
Well.....well......I hope he had the time of his life!! 🤭🤭💜💜💜💜
I assure you LIZ, it would have been very hard not to .. and of course rude 💜
🫢🫢🫢💜💜💜
A perfect fit it would appear to be. Always good to have exquisite velvet.
I also quite like satin .. but that's another story altogether .. Cheers CB
Excellent on all levels. Truly genius.
Oh' my honour, that'll do nicely sir .. indeed very nicely indeed & then some .. Neville
Better a "glove" than a mitten, five times the fun. Seriously, this erotic poem is subtle, such that it becomes a love poem. A great piece of work. - Phil A,
I think you win both the goldfish and the cigar Phil for the most original and chuckleworthy review comment .. and I would throw in a coco nut if I wasn't so shy .. 🙂
Good write N.
I wrote a similar poem (did I?). It said ...the cream of the botox of KP's thigh... Not a pretty sight. heehee.
Fido says I best not let anyone ride on my mastery this time of day! lol
You dont know what you are missing
As I read I could almost hear the words whispered in a slow, southern drawl, alluring and sensuous. You've outdone yourself with the tenor of this poem my friend. Sublime!
Aahhhh, she's back .. I so hope you both had the most amazing vacation .. and have returned feeling refreshed, invigorated & full of inspiration .. Oh' and thanks for smiling so kindly down upon this little scribble of mine .. Neville
My ultimate pleasure to read your little scribble! Had a great time, now catching up with daily chores, no fun.
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