ANNIE
AND THE APPLE BOTTOM
Deep
within the underskirt of Annie's home-spanked cheeks lies the bottom
of the apple. Like a silent serpent, I will creep in and out.
Furtively, and spirited with the pride of that All-American pie
within a bird's eye view.
The
hearty swells of each ample cheek will wax and wane at each rising
crescendo. They will redden in unison with each loving thwack from my
fellow partner in thigh. We are a joint operation, compelled by the
force of each digit, in search of destiny, desire, and derision.
Yet,
alone, I will propel, inch by inch, flesh to flesh as I ascend and
unleash. As I expand, I will continue to make headway, through this
luscious apple valley.
As I submerge, I will immerse myself in this
warm, welcome confinement---the borders sending electric jolts to
build up and tease me with the prospect of the most wicked
nirvana---a tight, warm, wet hearth to swallow me whole.
At
the brink, I will emerge victorious---at a stand-stiff, if you will,
but only momentarily.
From this cusp of natural treasure, I will
divulge my most glorious exposition of all---in slick streams of
substinence, along the endless miles of flesh defining my sweet
Annie's silhouette.
And another set of cheeks.
And before her very
eyes.
I
am eight inches tall.
An officer and a gentleman.
I will take you to
my leader.
Thinking Outside The Box,
SANDRA LONDON
"Annie And The Apple Bottom" written by Sandra London on January 30th, 2013 at 3:00pm
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