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Sting my nipples with the praise
Your bold touch alone provides
With the wet Fire of Your lowered
Girdle of intimate Lady flesh
Lay me o’er Your wide lap, yea
My pained sunnysides nakedly exposed,
For surely You would reduce me to
Whimpering ecstasies of gratitude
You would take & give with relentless
Vigor as none other ever could & oh how
I would savor Your Spring down-pressed
& graze tirelessly each hip in turn
The broad descending spell of your loins
The soft & heavy strength of each inner thigh
I would strive to give You every delight in every
Crease & every curve of Your eversome beauty, yea
& strive as well to be open, willing & enduring,
Wise & unafraid & wholly devoted & oh yes to
Feel your lips tautly & wetly nippling my chest
Yea, & Your other lips, dripping their honey upon
My tongue, which tongue would then bury itself,
In our exhausted embracing’s delicious aftermath,
Against Your own tongue, for the duration then,
dancing together the both of them, for an eternity
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