Sunday, March 24, 2013

Remembering...




His beard brushed over my breasts
first softly touching, then roughly
as he suckled my nipples,
I held his head to me
loving to watch his head
move from one to another...
Suckling over and over,
my body arching
 as his mustache tickled the rigid tips,
red and bruised...
As he continued,
I then went rigid...
coming--
from his ministrations... 

~~~ 

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