Sunday 9 September 2012

Poem of The Week

Ladies of the Corn

Ravished ripped and torn
laid the maiden in the corn.

Flesh beneath her nails told
the story of the morn.

She loved the taste of lust
and embraced the locks of hair,
that traced across her breasts
and took away her cares.

The sweetness of her lips
and the taste of her thighs
made her tide of passion flow,
as she arched towards her ride.

Climatic was the outcome as she came into my lair,
this loving devil woman with the golden flowing hair.

Dedicated to the world of lesbians

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