Her delicate - or rowdy - fissure
Flanked by her maids-a-waiting
Leads to mystery deeper pleasure
My sordid dreams of sating

A stray hair caught - her mouth or mine
In fluid motions tension
Without a pause or beat in time
I grip her my impression

Her upper thigh bounds tempt address
By tongue but fingers pain them
Parting coarse the merest wetness
This abruptness with her play thing

Upon her knees now bent how far
Her mouth silent in her pillow
"Push now push hard, disregard
Feed me hot your silent fellow"

Obliging is my suit in kind
She holds me makes me try
Her scream her whisper tears my mind
I'm buried stone down dry

"I said don't listen" she reminds
Pushes down for contact more
"No wait no wet no time to find
Make me make your surging roar"

Judy

9/22/25