My “Dirty Girl”
Have I told you about my “dirty girl” No? Then close your eyes
I see her sparkling eyes. The radiance of her smile that covers her face and then swallows my cock, whole. Her hair that cascades in different hues, that wraps around my fists as I ram myself deep making her gag.
Dropping my eyes I see the fullness of her tits, weighed, measured and bitten, topped with nipples that when soft stretch and when hard scratch.
Down between glorious legs, is the sweetest, wettest cunt, you could ever want to taste
My “dirty girl” in all her beauty.
Copyright © This poem is dedicated to anyone who thinks I am writing about them, I am. If something touches you, then take the time to make it yours. These reflections come from moments redeemed from time and space and out of great pleasure. I would be honored if you wish to use my scribbles in whole or part I ask only that you keep the context clear