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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 May 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.01.17.20.23341]] |
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He's changing the sheets, and making the bed Fluffing the pillows, and that's what he said. I stroll past the bedroom, he gives me a grin With devilish wink, I gallantly walk in. Trying real hard, to get in his way Messing his bed, I just want to play Squeezing his cheeks, Pinching his butt I call him a jerk, he calls me a slut Edging him on, I call him a fool. Grabbing our weapons, prepared for the duel Armed with our pillows , ready for war We're ever so ready, to even the score With downy fluff boulder , I pop him real good Even much harder, than he thought that I could Swinging my arsenal , A blow to his head He slips and he falls , beneath his own bed Grabbing my ankle, and pulling me down Scrambling quickly , I get off the ground The chase is still on, I run for the door Not over yet, he wants even more I gladly oblige, by grabbing my pillow Slamming him firmly , with clouds of soft billow His face gets all reddened , I know that means trouble Hitting me back, with a fiber filled bubble Attempting to run, and get far away It's too late now, he's wanting to play Grabbing my arm, and pulling me back Getting me good, with another firm whack He ducks, I miss, but I swing again Dueling pillows, in love's sparring den He's getting too rough, too boisterous for me I'm getting so angry , attempting to flee. I keep on missing, he's much too fast He's right on target, don't think I'll last It was my game, when we first started Now he's the king, I've been outsmarted I'm getting beaten, I am no match The pillow's victim, an easy catch I jump upon him, in desperation He flips me over, in quick rotation Whoop and whop , his pillow slapping As he holds me down, and keeps on whacking Can't take no more, I begin to cry Slowing down now, he starts to sigh. He tries to kiss me, I bite his face We struggle and wrestle, all over the place I'm hot and I'm raging, in a heated spell Squirming and scratching, madder than hell He grabs my long hair, and gives it a tug Then nibbles my neck, and gives me a hug Holding me tight, as I try to break free Trying to ease , the anger in me Its working quite well, pinning me down Slipping his hand, under my gown The heated fury, the pillow fights craze Has turned into, a lustful blaze My biting and scratching, transformed in time To heated passion , of the hottest kind Our reddened bodies, all glistened with sweat Appetites sharpened, all whittled and whet Teach me a lesson, with polyester fluff Playing with you, I can't get enough Started out gentle, not knowing what I'd get Pillow fight's night, turned slippery and wet. ....... |