Perfect lighting my skin is lined with
Shadows blinding his fingers sinking
Flesh deep his tongue is hiding
Lift me higher, like a crinkled fire
Melt in your mouth type desire

Bend me against alongé rules
Leg splitting the open wings
Of such useless tools
As I let him drip and druel,
All mine to soak, his crinkled toes
Didn’t mind to flirt, only she who knows
Sometimes he gets excited
And invites me to try it,
Hard denying his fantasy
Devouring me Sensationally

And yes! I sure took a seat
On his Crinkled Sheets
And lay bare for him to dare
Not to compete, addiction sweet
Like the seams in my pleats
Unfolded in his grip as he sips
On me…,

Jasmin Peart – J9e



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