
upon her tuffet, she wasn't exactly frightened away. [i laughed.]
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Words: 65 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-28-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2296583
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flushed cheeks and
spider bites on her
pink pert nipples.
her legs unfolded
to mirror the deep
and horrid horizon.
the heat between her
thighs opens up and
hangs seductively like
a venus fly trap;
the vicious flower
with bizarre beauty.
her eyes clinched and
her cheeks ruddy
but when he bit into
the supple meat of
her thigh, she
wasn't exactly
frightened away.
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