A Mischievous Locktale

When the pink meets the dark brown
All the shrieks and screams hushed up
Siphoning the solace through each other veins
Flesh being made to feel it’s existence
Increasing the thirst and want
Hospitable thighs allow with due desperation
The dominating toes run through and between
And the silky hair doll turning and twisting
With yelling storm ask for more
The sweat dripping off the cleavage is licked dried
The play until the flood
They play until the drought
©jeyforyou

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