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January 16, 2005
Little girl grown
Little girl grown,
Standing in the mirror,
Watching her self, all bared,
Her beauty shines, displayed
Her nipples peek, strawberry brown,
Erect by thoughts of a touch,
Pretencious juveniles, shy,
Supple, eager for a kiss
She lays beneath her sheet,
Little Prince, Fox, and snake,
Ploting under her bed, reaching
Taking her on a dream,
That leaves her breathless,
As the night spreads its veil,
And the silence ebbs
Damp and tangled,
In a trance, the intruder
Moves in, brushing her thighs,
With a breathe, moist and wanton
She aches, slithering fingers,
Licked to the bones, slide and reach,
Out of breathe, unkempt, she is laid,
Spread, the hood awakes in unrest
The serpent troughs a fit,
Hisses the air, comes for a kill,
Knowing, sereene, genteel,
Stepping lightly, pushes ahead,
His hands, under her limbs,
He lifts the maiden's hips
Looking at the supple spread,
The sight burdened by her scent
Brings the beast to tears,
As he nibbles the heaving mount,
Between his tongue, and his lips,
Blowing at the layers deep,
Brings the flesh to its peak,
Till her back arched, her hair spent,
She yelps, shivers to a calm
Posted by Idinraha at January 16, 2005 02:49 PM