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She 2 or The Sun Tan

Contributed by a_bear on Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 11:59:23 PM in AEST
Topic: eroticpoetry



desire

He worked out on Venice Beach,
he looked conceited, out of reach.
A tall and well built sun-drenched man.
Muscles rippled up and down his tan.
His hair was blonde, kissed by the sun;
eyes like turquoise, and filled with fun.
He glistened now, moist with sweat
The sunny work out made him wet.
But Venice was his home and turf
the work out through, now he would surf.
Just an hour or so to play
no more light left for the day
He headed down to waters edge
and saw her bending over a near by ledge.
Her hair was thick, pulled off her neck
the rich deep color of a redwood deck.
Their eyes made contact as he passed
They were green, with a deep blue cast
Tan and golden, from the sun,
Her levi shorts, were near undone.
Long trim legs, led up to here.
Short shorts showed her high, round rear.
She looked around and gave a wink
going surfing he could rethink.
Her breasts were bronze there was no line
She sun-bathed nude and that was fine.
He kissed her lips, they begged for more.
His tongue went on a deep explore.
Her hands massaging, her tongue played
Her golden body in surf displayed.
Red hair was natural, play began.
smoothe near the center where juices ran.
He put his head between creamed thighs
and heard her moan, deep soft sighs.
She had a swollen, firm hard clit
He must enter, this was it.
Inside his thrust was deep and hard
In his cumming, he let down his guard.
He felt that surge of sweet release
and never felt his life force cease.
She sunk her teeth in so deep and fast
The pain was pleasure and didn’t last
He was surging with the dawn
as every drop of blood was drawn.
She left him lying on the sand
and walked barefoot along the strand.
She passed a trash bin on her way
In-door tan mousse she threw away~

©a_bear2004
not everyone in California has a real tan,




Copyright © a_bear ... [ 2004-11-18 23:59:23]
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Re: Re: She 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by on Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 06:08:12 PM AEST
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Not everyone in California is a surfer either ...
That was fantabulous !!! Two questions though ... maybe I am being picky ...

"Red hair was natural, play began.
smoothe near the center where juices ran."

Am I reading this wrong ?
If she shaves ... how does he know it's natural ?

Nazmythian ~
D.M.


Re: Re: She 2 or The Sun Tan (User Rating: 1 )
by on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 03:21:18 AM AEST
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commenting here in case other readers have the same question:..she only shaves(waxes) where it's really important..LOL.. and that leaves her eyebrows..hair on her arms..rotlmao..geez Naz.. what kind of women do you date?




 

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