Extra Fancy Lime

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Contains erotica and delicious metaphors.

A topiary of extra fancy limes.
Mother fucking extra fancy limes.
Extra fancy is said while pointing a finger.

I stood on your bed, you know on the mattress
that we love on.
On.
In-credible me.
I stood tall and reminded you,
as you lie between my ankles,
I shouldn’t be here.
I am that tall.

I drank enough that your face is blurred but I can hear
you.There was a street sign back there, it gave directions
and I just stood on your bed.And a thought was introduced.
You remind me of a king without a kingdom.

We are two ninjas
fighting in a dust storm.
Wearing midnight black.
I, however, have
the
nun chucks.

Like a shrinking violet on an active volcanic slope
searching for roots, shoots or fruit.
Of life.
Low booming roar of an off-octave Tibetan Nun,
where did that come from?

I stirred my Wicca cauldron (my fire pot, right?)
and your junk jerked.
Watch this dirty rain dance with a High Priestess.
I’m stomping your mattress but the dust
of the ninjas is airborne and
precisely now, angel’s fingers hit piano ivory.
Here comes the rain.
(my Wicca cauldron brings dead
warriors back to life, right?)

I’ll take my seat on a bronzed tripod and
deliver my daily oracles. Make it a sexy
serpent-entwined tripod with a cauldron on top.
I want some sweet summer waters to drink, too.
(will you be my sweet summer water?)
I’m thirsty. No, you’re thirsty.

Long slow delicious burn ending
me lying naked in your naked.
This is turning into a really sticky situation!

Back to the extra fancy limes.
Mother fucking extra fancy limes.
It all started with your fingers on my extra fancy.


Submitted: March 22, 2020

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devilrod

Awesome. I've missed this magic.

Sun, March 22nd, 2020 2:42am

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Me too.
Get on the train.

Sat, March 21st, 2020 8:54pm

Spyguy

Glad you liked my fingers in your lime... Keep your juices pouring love let’s forget the time!
I can fondle peaches, silky as a fur; Or can lick a kitty, make it want to purrr!!!
Volcanic is eruption, powerful corruption:
Blown away and sated, temporary nuption!

Mon, April 13th, 2020 2:17am

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