ANIMAL LUST In the kitchen hands do fondle, Arched bodies locked in heat. Gentle caress of eager lips, As our eyeballs gently meet. Nimble digits undoing this and that, Clothes discarded on the kitchen mat. As I grow alive I lift her thigh, Gentle insertion becomes thrust she cries. Kisses, tongues snake-like caress, Formed so delicate with heavenly breasts. She meets every bit that I drive, Thighs that palpitate when I’m yawning inside. With each satisfying thrust, She beams at me for our animal lust. As we sweat, depleted fully spent, Locked as one we came but never went.Birth sign: Scorpio
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