YING YANG: MY DIVINE TWINS
YING YANG: MY DIVINE TWINS My beautiful peaches, bouncy and round, Just the right size, to flaunt all around, Flawless in their saddle, busty on the chest, My precious hooters, massaging you is my favorite pastime. One on one with the mirror, Slowing observing the exterior, It’s a warm uniform colour, With a supple smooth texture, A tiny knowing smile plays on my lips, As a mild calm begins to assail my fears. Gently, I move you to one side, Creating space, all folds to unhide, Cuddling each softly as the hand glides, On either of my buxom castles, Scouring for lumps with a firm massage, A tumour would cause an ache, Each nipple I must squeeze, Keenly checking for discharge. My dear Tia & Tamara, Such an obstinate holy terror, You have enchanted many into error, From Ankara to Asmara, You’re every woman’s tiara, The essence of femininity, My regal flora. A hate farewells, Some relationships should last for a