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Poetry: Lust:
  A Stormy Tuesday Afternoon (1/1)  

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Author: 2spirit  Published: 6/18/2007  story views: 598
 


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A Stormy Tuesday afternoon 10-25-05 Your three fingers slide into my pussy like home making room for me. My juices and your tongue cause gushing to blush. I grab your sweet ass spreading your cheeks wide so I can suck this succulent spot in which you holla for more than just my name. In this moment, my being quenched seems impossible. Until you ease a finger deeply and gently into my ass. I come deliriously from want screaming need.
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Montana Norman
Posted: 2007/7/2 10:05  Updated: 2007/7/6 0:24
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Joined: 2007/6/11
From: Dallas Texas
Posts: 815
 2spirit
A great opening!...No pun intended here... Sometimes a few lines is enough to capture and convey a moment. But not this time. As a reader, I want to know more. And that's because you, as the writer has set it up for us to expect more. The stage is set and now we have the opening scene, which you've articulated very well..... But it stops dead. Grab your pin and paper, get yourself comfortable. Then reflect on that time. I believe there's more you want to tell, you just haven't.