Fan Me Off : Adult Poetry

Fan Me Off

By: Julia L. Clark

I step in to the pits of flames and I am running so fast in my desires I can’t even think. My thoughts they flash a moment of hypnotize in thirst my eyes they constantly blink while shedding sweats of implore tears. You’re a illusion of many different Baltic Sea keeping me in withdrawals of begging for more. Am I ready to open the door of being took in for a ride of undressing in nude to let you do what you do to me. I roll up my sleeves of thoughts and put on my thinking cap of how to control what I have created inside. Are you ready to take me head on in the passion of feeling free. I have unbutton my shirt to the heavens of my Honshu Island of passionate love now push my palms up against the walls as I am being under arrest. I am a complete mess because you’re not physically touching me like your ghosts are doing the job in complete silence. The fan of my cunt hairs there blowing hard so hurricane hard like 80 mph and I am getting mistreated. I am fondling with my erect nipples picturing you as you are picturing me. The mirrors are showing me in 3D angles and my thoughts form in to the shape of a triangle because the reflections are showing me in nude. Am I crude to you as I have fallen to the weakness of my knees and propped my ass in the air of ooh wee mizz lady juicy succulent pussy. It’s my coochie that is coming out to play here kitty kitty. In your face I will be sitting sitting. Are you greedy at dehydration of my emancipation wondering why your blowing strong winds of cool air by my clitoris but yet she hasn’t let go of her thickly stubbornness. I want you to play with me and be my male hostess. Focus on me and twirl in this merry go round of how the moans escape my lips as the bang in pleasure of loud car sounds. My melody of summers eve is sliding up and down your tongue of music as you’re slipping through my fingers. I have let go of my ego of backed up pressure from my pussy now measure my cunt juices in ounces before you take a big gulp. The taste is powerful as I have passed out as you fan me off.

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