Media & Erotic Literature

Good stuff, you raunchy bard...Lord Byron would approve... (eom)
JohnLosFeliz 19 Reviews 205 reads
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When I whispered his name.    
The chills from backbone crawled up ladder of goose bump, tiptoeing between covetous femurs.  
Lull ellipse mullifying my welcoming egress.    
Reinforcing the restoration of jocundity.    
Sumptuous treasures immeasurable beyond the vast stretch of the imagination.  
The process of sexual vitality.    
Inflicting therapeutic properties of cyclic harmony in my Esophagus with virile appendage.    
Generating withdrawal and I overdosed on his heterogeneous mixture.    
Detoxing me with the prosperity of his delinquent character he pops Maraschino cherry.    
Admittedly responsible for moist trials of strenuous breeding.    
Flexing around the isthmus of his crimson bird.    
A latex glove fit.    
He breaks skin & I bleed love,    
reluctant to quit.    
Making me rebel with a cause.  
I'll be as nasty as you want me to be.    
Ascending into the deep end of my Promise land.    
Sinking in the shallow sentiment of my lotus.flower bomb.    
Dissolving in my blue peace.    
He repels his positive energy all over me. Migrant relief.    
The erring of crippling ache, the production of give and then take.    
Cursing the gods in flirtatious commentary for such delight, insidious acronyms of profanity.    
The offense had already been committed.

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