Ravenous Love

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A Fictional poem of making love to Anna Konda
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Draw back your fierce bow and arrow of Love and shoot it through my burning heart as a Flaming Arrow, Handle me as one that handles Hot Steel. Take fast hold of my passion and run it hard and deep, no breaks in the crafting of your love, put no limitations on your desire; cause I desire to consume every drop of this love that you freely give. Overwhelmed by your Thick Voluptuous Female Muscles that sends me to wonder of our bodies having a chance to touch: your sweat beading up and running down the valley of your breast flowing upon your tense nipples glazing over as the warm light gleams off of your oily body. A strong firm stomach, a precious belly needing to be showered with kisses of Pure Love: phat & scrumptious triangles I have seen, but yours was the Queen of them all. Seductive Bodybuilding Goddess; calf muscles carved from the most marvelous marble, deep red painted toes that would be sucked from first to last "One to Five-One to Five, A ten's pleasure." Working my way up slowly pleasing you with physical detail using my God made tools that were given. Moaning, Groaning, Screaming are the acts that shall be carried out by your lips o'so sweet my love becomes as my mouth makes gestures on ways to make your cum run down your mighty inner thigh, loving each muscle that flexes as I ascend upward to the untouched triangle. Watching you spread it wide: sticky essence, ooey gooey, succulent cream exploding on my fingers while I kiss and penetrate rubbing your inner walls exploring the upper cage where the Dream Spot dwells, extending my right arm to massage your right breast while your thighs hug my neck close, my Hard Love Muscle throbbing by how good the love making feels. My Love Hanging in my track pants sliding up and down craving a desire to be stroked by Anna Konda muscular hand.

-P.L.Pablo

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