patio season

i reek of female musk, clean sweat, arousal and desire

the hot air around me throbs with my current

the thin cotton of a white t-shirt and lace bra

hide nothing of the soft pink areola and nipples

which boldly delineate from the soft swell of breast

the light breeze moves my long hair over and against me

tracing the paths your fingers and lips want to travel

the bright white of my smile against my tanned face

is because i see your eyes constantly shifting to my chest

as i arch my back and lift my face to the hot summer sun

while i’m sitting on the neighbors patio in cotton shorts

tilting my head back, parting lips, to swallow a cold sip of beer

watching your reaction from behind my dark sunglasses

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10 Responses to patio season

  1. Shalom says:

    HOT! 😎

  2. I think I like patio season. 🙂

  3. I love patio season, especially when it’s combined with Pool season.
    👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀 (͡• 🔥 ͜ʖ 🔥 ͡•) ლ(🔥\◡👅◡/🔥)ლ

  4. willcrimson says:

    scent of a woman,
    clean, deceitful bouquet
    of seduction. wanting the sour,
    the filthy
    stamen in your cunt, fouling,
    pumping stench
    secretly under the white hem of your t-
    shirt—tits gloating. i’m
    almost done. the Rose Collins. i
    recommend it on a hot
    day when a woman knows she’s fuck-
    able. a pinch of
    bitter Campari to tame
    the floral savor and a lemon
    to garnish the sugar. nothing better
    but to mix it
    together. i have only some
    ice left. let’s start with ice. fuck
    the beer. a slice
    of lemon for your sugar
    sweet lips and a pinch for
    your tits and then ice for your
    cunt followed by
    the prick of a rose to
    mix it in place and we won’t
    say a word—just a drop at
    your lips and a little something
    spilling from the
    sweat of your hjips after I’m done
    and your shorts
    and your white, cotton shirt will be
    spotless. our little
    secret, woman. not sweet but sweet
    and sour—we
    should have another—don’t you think?
    he won’t care
    if I ask him, will he? no. he’s so good
    to you.

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