Fills my mind with images of his lips
making laps over mine, deep, gentle,
violently colliding his tongue against
my tender folds, moist, purring,
difficult to concentrate as I struggle
to work through my list, try to ignore
the last kiss, way he tugged
at my quivering bottom lip, then
left me hungering for more.
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Would you please quit it! I want to go shopping with you