Monday, 14 February 2011

Motel Filth:

t.v buzzes,
a silent greeting from me.
your wet body touches mine, clothed.
soaked through.
i taste your warmth.
towels dropped.
you eat through the shorts.
wet shorts
grey shorts.
your tongue leads the way.
all the way.
on your back, lay down on
the flimsy bed.
my mouth over your ass.
licking you all over in the
Motel, where,
i fuck you all night

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