Beautiful Bounty

I remember questioning
My attention, to appropriate custom
Was I rushing things
Should I stop myself, in courtesy
Or should I ravage you
Didn't you feel the question
On my moist lips
I kissed your neck
Testing your resolve
Then traced my lips
Across your beautiful breasts
Your moan was all I needed
The buttons sprang open, themselves
Your brassier was argumentative
Smiling into your eyes
I released your bounty

Jack Richards

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