Nymphomaniac Gosson (31) escort Mt. Roskill

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Gosson of HOD(To be recited aloud, accompanied by a chorus of beautiful, tall, redheaded Estonians).The Gods look down; and mortal men they blessOr curse, or leave to chance and whim of fate.The powers cast my lots, and I confessInfused me with a lust I could not sate.A quest unbound for earthy fleshly pleasuresBecame the path that I would ever wanderI tour the globe in search of women’s treasuresOn which my hard-won wealth I choose to squander.When rosy-finger’d Dawn had long since fled,And Kensington lay under darkening clouds,A Divine beauty I desired to bed,And booked ahead, to thus avoid the crowds.Choosing Gosson to lay with me that day,Aphrodite’s bribe, of women fairest.My lust for her, my deep desire to playTo taste her sweets, her perfume rarest.Pale-skinned, full-breasted, hair a fiery red,Her face of subtle beauty comes aliveWith smiles and laughter; all repose is fledWhen wit or humour can just once contriveTo catch her thought; when she is thus joy-fill’dHer wide mouth sensuously kissable.All earthly pleasures thereby here instilled,Young Gosson really is unmissable.This fine meeting was our first encounterWe were quite formal, at the start, politeI showed no haste despite my wish to mount her(Although, you know, she looked as though I might).We gently played and stroked, disrobed, and chatted,Until our mouths were occupied elsewhereAnd while outside the rain still pita-pattedWe both enjoyed an intimate affair.Her labia and clit received my tongueThen she unto my member paid attentionWith gentle mouth and hands – up it sprung,Into a quite astonishing extension.And all the while we shared a gentle chemistryWhile playing with those parts of our anatomy(I must say it’s one of life’s rare mysteriesThat others have missed out on this fine alchemy).My rod engarbed in rubber, on we played.Deep inside, in multiple positions,All day with sensual Gosson I’d have stayedI really had achieved my lustful mission.We focused on the pleasures of the fleshUntil my time was up and I departed,And so, until acquaintance we refresh,I dream of Gosson, and remain light-hearted.