Her fruits became a labor of love.

Her fruits became a labor of love.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

With her clothes
fitting tight,
the apple skin sealed,
the arousal turned on,
by glistening curves,
moving in wanton circles,
I peeled off 
her offerings,
and sank my teeth
to get to her core.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Damn, this was raw and appealing to the core... Rotten apples galore... Crisply penned...

Posted 8 Years Ago


wow, the middle of that apple is sweet nectar...crisp and delicious.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the wow jacob:):):)
A little bit of naughty in this little gem Andrew. I love it! :) Julie

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lol i appreciate your visit and thanks for the smile julie:)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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