The Yes Girl
YES- OH YES!! she cries bent over the kitchen counter,
breakfast in America.
As I go down south for a moment
to a pleasure palace, filled with moans
and heavy breathing and that beautiful
Yes Girl.
She commands me,
YES-YES RIGHT THERE- OH RIGHT THERE!!
Overwhelmed, but keeps o going and going.
The neighbors sit and wonder
where the Yes Girl went.
She found her way into my heart,
and my bedroom, and bathroom, and kitchen,
and living room and even the hallway and foyer.
The basement to.
YES, OH YES!!!! LOVE ME! LOVE ME!! LOVE ME!!!
Yes, my girl, yes!
encouraging words cried with moans
and the grabbing and tugging of my hair,
as I paint a picture of exotic ecstasy with my tongue.
I paint a picture of real dirty love.
I go down, down between legs tight
and chiseled, long legs lay around my neck and rest upon my bare back,
as I play hide and seek with her little friend(who is very shy)
as I kiss, kiss, kiss away,
and have my morning breakfast in America.
And my Yes Girl is satisfied,
with sweat of ecstasy running down her tight,
bronze naked body.
.3.19.2014.
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