A shiny baldness bobs between my thighs, Like an apple floating in a barrel. A flashing tongue will bring forth moans and sighs. As a kitty, I would be so feral, ME-OW, chasing each dark Irish poet 'round the corner, in alleys, down the street, A purring, happy pussy. – You know it! In his strong arms my life so very sweet.
Stroking, kissing me, Isabelle, Eva and Kimmie, laughing all the way, that's my chuckdaddy!
Mr. Shakespeare has no monopoly on fancy iambic pentameter. New variations for our century, the shock and thrill of truth with ice-water: He's my daddy. I'm his sexy daughter.
Chuckdaddy loves my twerk as most boys do. Oh yes, these big buns jingle at warp speed. A Brazilian carnival, nothing new. pretty nude girls fulfill a primal need. These days, pretend nonsense is everywhere, and virtue-signal hats lead the parade. Such high morality. I do not care. For desire and love my body's made.
His tongue, his hands, his eyes, a total sum. Oh yes, chuckdaddy loves to make me come.