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 The Kiss by Chris Hailey copyright 2015

   Story codes: MF, poem
Summary: An erotic poem, what more can I say?

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leave immediately.

   This story is fictional and is considered by the author to be a work of
art.  While the story may contain scenes that some readers might consider
prurient, these scenes are intended to advance the author's artistic goals.
All characters and events are fictional and all reader comments are
understood to be fictional and fantasy.

   This story contains written fictional fantasy material that may be
objectionable to some readers and may be illegal in some jurisdictions. 
This may include, but is not limited to: 1) Written fantasy depictions of
minors engaged in sexual activity, including sexual activity with adults;
2) Written fantasy depictions of incest; 3) Occasionally, written fantasy
depictions of rape and abusive behavior.  If you find any of these subjects
objectionable, or if they have been determined to be or may be determined
to be obscene or otherwise illegal in your jurisdiction, you must leave
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   This story is intended for adult readers only.  If you are not of legal
age to read erotica in your jurisdiction, you must leave immediately.

   Thank you, ~CH

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   Pink lips glistening, Wetness drips.  Eager stiffening, Heartbeat skips.

   Petals open; Welcoming.  Desires awoken; Entering.

   Warm folds envelop, Loving kiss.  Sinking embolden Into abyss.

   Now beyond mere Flirtation, Permission, pleasure, Penetration.

   Awaiting, hoping, Anticipating.  Aggressive pumping; Dominating.

   Filled full, stretched wide, Overflowing.  Sets solid stride, Pressure
growing.

   Accepting, ready, Fully willing.  Throbbing, sweaty, Release beginning.

   Flowing flower, Passionate fire.  Driving deeper, Unleashed desire.

   "More!  More!" she shouts, "O fill me please!" Pumping proud He gives
his seed.

   Shaking, quaking, then Waves subside, Melting; slipping out; Satisfied.

   [If you like this poem--or if you don't like it!--please drop me an
email to let me know what you think at chrishailey01@protonmail.com
Thanks!]