"Blind Love"

Touch, caressing and embracing,
she showed me that the skin-depth of beauty
cannot fathom the gentleness of her love.
Touching, she uses her hands to see my tender face,
because her eyes cannot.
Gentleness, she calls her coarse, pale skin
her own secret landscape, caressing the two mountains
that are her massive, undulating, twelve-gallon udder-breasts.
Embracing, we tingle with desire, hands upon skin.
I massage her abundant, corpulent, obese form, her gigantic, amorous breasts,
as we lay together.  She is only four feet tall,
blind, unassuming, uncomely, unkempt, yet she is warm as the heat of love,
touching, caressing, nurturing love.  We are complete
in our passionate bed of union.  She eagerly suckles me with her own love-milk.
Touching, pressing, I passionately surprise her
by wedging my erect penis deep between her massive breasts,
gently pumping, pushing, massaging with desire.
She moans joyfully from the pleasure her heavy breasts have become,
embracing, burying, smothering, satisfying my strong, pumping tower,
rejoicing in the wet warmth of my flowing love-seed,
deep between her sensuous, undulating udders of endless bliss.
We touch, caress, kiss, lick.
She delights in the liquid scent of my manhood, the thrusting length of my desire,
buried between her gigantic, comforting, nurturing breasts.  Laying together,
kissing, embracing, we are one amorous ecstasy,
manhood protected deep between warm, mountainous, nurturing,
insatiable womanhood,
blind to day and night,
Sun and Moon,
Summer and Winter, we are
a world of bliss whose light is love,
passionate, endless, faithful,
blind love.

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