Tufted from Tufted by Annie Fish

pendulous and soft
tufted like a moth
an animal dressed minimal
she’s strutting solo stuff

throwing hands at God
muffing round her knob
pleasure is the future when
she’s crying as she cums

scruffy back at dawn
smoothen cheek at not
faster blasting hot light rubber snapping cunt

staring at her chest
curving at her ass
let’s make it fun, a body’s clay
it’s just a plaything

peacock without a cock
she’s tucking like a jock
60/40 sexy sounds
insatiable today

what is her name
what was it before
who gives a shit about it
that was someone else’s last week

get your hands all over my face
get your hands right into my mouth
get your fingers wrapped round my cock
get your body into mine


wake up
from this
this is
your lie

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