Every morning I see you from my balcony while having coffee.
The sight of your cleavage as you bend down to sweep, chokes my senses.
As the sun rays filters through your flimsy nightie,
I see your stars twinkling on your twin moon.
The coffee turns cold, my thoughts burn,
I keep on sipping, lust lorn.
As you turn around, the divide separating your base quiver with every movement
The urge to push my meat between them rage. To spank you in blushing desire.
I ooze staining my shorts.
I keep looking on till you are done with your diurnal chores.
And wait for another dawn.
The sight of your cleavage as you bend down to sweep, chokes my senses.
As the sun rays filters through your flimsy nightie,
I see your stars twinkling on your twin moon.
The coffee turns cold, my thoughts burn,
I keep on sipping, lust lorn.
As you turn around, the divide separating your base quiver with every movement
The urge to push my meat between them rage. To spank you in blushing desire.
I ooze staining my shorts.
I keep looking on till you are done with your diurnal chores.
And wait for another dawn.
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