Sunday, 16 February 2014

Lustful Inclinations With Sincere Sentiments

Sophie is the delight of my day
As she’s prone to gently play
To my humble and modest sway
Of a tantalising and sexy way.

Her fingers wrap around mine
Many a wayfaring time
And as we caress each finger
My lustful inclinations linger.

She is prone, as I am, to dance
And as she glides to prance
About, I gyrate up against her
And glance down to leer.

She is sincere as she is deer
And she’s a treasure to adhere
As she is loving and hugging
And kissing and cuddling.

© Andrew Stevenson 16/2/14

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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