The Picnic
Loving couple hot summer's day
Head back home one Saturday
He pours cool drinks
She showers warm
They both head
To their loving dorm
They sip their drinks
Sitting on their bed
He slides her robe
As he kisses her head
Over her shoulder
Warm flesh revealed
This couples love
Will soon be sealed
They slide of the bed
Lays her on the floor
On her front
My love i adore
Her back massaged
Her cheeks kissed
Not one area
Has been missed
Arched and ready
He moves real close
His Mr of Men
His loving post
Picnic box, opens lid
Vanilla ice cream
On her back its slid
She arches up
As it slides down her spine
To the curve in her cheeks
To her end sublime
Her groans and cries
As he absorbs the cream
Her heaven moist
Eyes closed she dreams
Her body flavoured
For the Mr of Men
He takes his woman
In their lovers den
Penetration deep
Her body sighs
Sexual eruption
Loving cries
Her walls adorned
With loving spores
This loving couple
On their den floor
Juices flowing
Their recipe
The start of life
Salinity
On her back
Her legs a Vee
He ventures down
Bows on his knees
A pool of life
From sexual pleasure
He scoops to share
With his loving treasure
He slowly makes his way to her
Past her scented heaven fur
Torso reached
Breasts passed
He's finally reached his lass
With love filled eyes
Their lips meet
They share their prize
From their loving feat
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