Sexy Mona

Sexy Mona, with hair like silk so fine,
In nun’s habit, hiding behind cult veil,
Till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers divine,
Shall enter [my] fingers of smooth mastery with ebony trail.

With every touch, I die a little death,
Moaning in pleasure, my senses ablaze,
The culmination of ecstasy, I draw my breath,
A little death called orgasm, in a euphoric haze.

So let the pleasure flow through every vein,
And passion consume me like a burning fire,
For in these moments, I am free of all pain,
And all that’s left is the purest desire.

Oh, Sexy Mona, with hair so fine,
You take me to heights, where only pleasure aligns.

:: 02.23.2023 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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