Fountains of Gold

Cavalier like the fountains of desire
She squirts until the bed is soaked
I lick your wet high heels
Lost in your silk stockings
Your garter belt my sweet prison
She walks like the towers of Rome
My words swim in her tubes
Her pedicure red as passion
My passion shall never die for you
You are my Monroe
Let the bland be jealous
We are lovers beyond fire
How I love her warm fountains
My wet beard alive with her femininity
Fountains of golden love

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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