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Q.
http://izzysgumbo.blogspot.com/search?q=merchant

a he then in heaven...?

a he then
said heaven
is a haven when
the she's even

"did you call for me?
... square?"

merchant asks
how
many for a where
and how strange
the arrangement
is there, he said

" do you play, 21 ?"

seven days
eyes see
eye to eye
in a sideways
production

position....
"my correction"

to be up
to be down
a fold in time

strange the matter
of what swells
in rhyme

"is it you?"
listen then
it's true

a schema, thank you
"is not a stigma, thanks too"

who knows... ;)

Come Closer...

”.... taste me….”

tell me how
in a keystroke
to make you come…

~ dripp
into me

”...with a devil’s tongue…”

suck it!

I’m undone!
and HOW
dare you
came!
don’t run
now coward
it’s ME…
your game
shreds a fabric
to burn a name

”...I want fire….”

eyes
flashed sin
seeking out
what’s really been
known
for all of time
~ this one
of a man kind
wants a she
to be the climb
of his mind
gentle
her tongue
touched brim….
a hot sweet taste
seeping in
mmmm
and this
leaves a knot
for the nibbling….

~ can you feel me tapping…
”... eYes and to much!...”
but he asked…

at last
giggling
she wiggles
a bit of her honey
in the air…

~ feel the breeze baby?
blowing slightly
and to the right
just a hand
moderate
and then tight
wet to entice
of right ‘there’
~ tips the ante
for a patient pant
see…

they’re just soooo
so goodly
naughty
and on a fool who
might be
made of wood
but a rightly fool
who…
just might be
the one hoot who
bytes
a bit tightly
too…
and
with a pinch
of a cincture
in sight
she gropes
a man right
and discretely
~ just
and then must
for a sudden
”...come show me…”
says

to us!...

it’s you!

No limits
_{so I just can’t say
what limit means
while a beds in play}

but I can
at any time
come
YOUR way

smacks the ass
of a hearty display
~ whips the lash
on a cheeky “this way”
~ sucks the flesh
for a heart of coal

”...I gave my hips
for a taste to know…”
~ how you burn

she turns meat
as a flame sparks fire
throwing in dates
hand written
desire
~ the pen is mine
and the sheets divine
a tempting ride
on a stallions mind

~ she riddles this

“and a how”
is a who
to find….

licks
_{and lips kiss}

.o00o.
Said a stitch
in time.

.
.
.
.

”.... hey!
you gonna
leave me
just
hangin’ here?...”

never beg
she said;
~ or I’ll swallow
you dear…
.
.
and No one came
as she left him there…
waiting
for a just
write stare of her
clear form….

“haaaahaaaahaaaaHOT!”
...refresher on the foam?
Mr. E!...

”... you’ve been here…”
the WHOLE time…
but I am
no one known…
;)

“Simon says…
comeAnd;bare
a sign…!”

The Merchant…
grins
at her mate

a page pleased
is an artful grate
and when
you’re a tasty read
~ I’ll devour you
for a fire I be
in the blazing red
~ I made a note green
for the Xwas heard…
and certainly seen
it is
as

a steamy deal
of a passion
eats fruit…
in the fashion
of a bed
that I’d make
secrets…
are just
but a tale.
;)~
“cracks”
your whipped....

Qui

~ can I help you?

"... I'm looking for

a good fire..."

~ do you require

a crackle in one?

it dawned on

the DongKey

that a hotkey

was a tease

who pleased

a long time love ago

and she

"...loves a long time..."

but only when

time is right

and you'll know

~ tugs a bow

what color of light

asked the merchant

giving his mule a stare

she wasn't quite sure

how his mullet

was to fair

near the kind

of fire that she

has to ware

his request was

... difficult

so she became

in sync to think

in the thick of it

a quick assault

on the fabric

he was in and

the assessment

returned as

determined

he had a rub

in his eyes real thin

is what she saw...

~ please do

come again

was all she'd say

"... drop n' strip

my collars red!...."

she obliges night

and did where he lead

describing it right

yet not giving in

to his need...

~ I have much to do

and I'll be back to you

in a while indeed

"...Rocinante!

it's time we leave!

the merchant is busy

with much to weave!"

his pride untied

she could see it

hair undone

with it's

color unfit

for that knight

nothing more

she could do

for in this

was a knot to be

in a naughty time...

~ he'll come to see

"knygt erraunte"

she could hear

him say as he

and his donkey

made way...

"... green..."

she scribbles

for an order

of thread

one thousand and one

for the embers bed...

he wants a girdle

the color of red...

and a rope to pull

his mule...

a tassel for his teir

by the time of Yule...

~ The Merchant

made a note of it here

shes ahead of the game

~ and he returns a year