FabSwingers.com forum: A poem of swining

By *lder A Wiser Passion OP Woman
over a year ago

morecambe

Its amzing thing that god eventive swing

For the days are long and sound of a song

For there is northing wrong in way we say for the kingdom of pleasure for the sound of sex

To fall deeper into the whole to be surrounded by the lust of the night

The stars in the night are so bright

To lie on the bed her legs open to give in to her man to bite the apple

To share in her cum and to be aprt of her orgasm her legs open for more

to hear her beg for that more take her use the time with a party of beloved poeple

The orgy of the crowd the scream of pain

the sound of the soul wanting more of the gold to give in with one might

to have folk watch to see the ecstasy

to shout out more more more it to live

the jackpot of life

for me its to see

the swining life is to be