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the naughty squirrel

Poetry By: dreaming of you
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adults at play .


Submitted:Jan 6, 2009    Reads: 134    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   


i'd been banished to the kitchen sink

and i'm washing up the pots

into the kitchen in her purple negligee

my beloved trots .

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like a naughty squirrel

she's playing with my nuts

then she pulls my trousers down

and is fondling my butt .

.

i love her when she's like this

girly and acting daft

i love her more as her fingers

close around my shaft .

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my hands are covered in soap suds

and i raise them into the air

she kisses me so wonderfully

and promises to handle me with care .

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she knows i can't help responding

bubbles of soap upon her night dress

our kisses grow in intensity

as i play with her breasts .

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she sits upon the washing machine

the vibration turns her on

giggling together but loving

as we clean up when we are done .

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i am holding her tightly

when she gives me that sexy smile

i'm to bring the ben and jerry's upto bed

because we may be gone quite a while .





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