Friday 15 May 2009

Fanny Fart (2009)

Closing eyes and rubbing your thighs between my bare legs. Arching spines and spreading toes. I grip to the edge of the bed, my world for now. A world of panting breaths and biting lips. A silent smile begins a drawn out kiss. Hands engulf my face, my neck tangled in hair our heat has made wet. Fingers moulding flesh and moving limbs. Higher longer above and below. Rhythmical and precise. Locking perfectly as two rise and then fall. Tense and relax. A ruin of sound from between my legs and air flows out. A fart from my fanny, a squeltch of a noise that only an arse should make.

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