Dear Readers, This is a late-night write inspired by the artwork of Vladimir Kush. It is an adult in nature, so please read or pass for your own pleasure.
My book cover lover
awaits my fingertips
in leather thigh highs
and matching gloves.
She grasps the covers
held by a million lovers
anxious to see what finger
I put in her first,
ready to extend her spine,
amuse me till I burst.
In whatever position I repose
she will smirk before she shows
what for a sitting will be all mine;
she likes it when I
bite her spine,
take it slow, line by line,
call her whore
explore her darkest chapters.
Discover deep within her holes
the softest nub of dotted skin;
I tickle till she lets me in.
Then, held open, exposed,
I lick the lines of lust within her folds.
And as a careful reader,
I draw her perfume close.
Sniff her pages,
stay on one for ages,
so long she begs to be turned;
a spanking well earned.
I smack her sides
until I find what I seek,
within my willing Contes Erotique.
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