A Tiny Slice Of sin
By Caleb James K.
Hands through her hair
if he dared
maybe a little pull.
A soft kiss on her lips
between her hips
he was no fool.
He knew just what to do
to make her move
and cry out in pleasure.
She shook and rocked
as he unhooked the lock
that held her treasure.
He slipped on in
to her den of sin
and they made love all night.
And when the moment came
and she screamed his name
his favorite part was when he could hold her tight.
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