DISCREET #11

Life takes a turn
and I hardly see
or hear from you
Memories of you
pop in and out
and get me moist
legs crossed
I dare imagine you
with me
glistened body
ready to go again
and again
lips ready to suck
and lick
fingers ready to hold
and stroke
Man… wanting you
wanting to sit on it
rock it
fuck it
damn… wanting to
sneak in a time
sneak into a place
sneak in some love
discreetly, of course

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11 thoughts on “DISCREET #11

      1. and sometimes it’s all I can handle, my πŸ”₯πŸ”₯ Gorgeous Rosie
        πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨πŸ’¨ πŸ‘„πŸ‘„πŸ‘„

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      2. Not going to hurt myself, then I’d miss you and your “fountain of wish I was younger” posts. Neither is a good alternative, then I’d need meds for depression, frustration, and a host of others. I will take care, after all, self-defense motivation after all.
        πŸ”₯ α•™πŸ”₯(πŸ’“β–ΏπŸ’“)πŸ”₯α•—πŸ”₯

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