Caressing silver kettles
Intense passion and purpose
Affairs my yearning can't stop
Dripping sensous desire
Preparing for inevitable climax
Inhaling her aroma sensing juices
Olfactory sensual expectation
Tongue constringing in delectation
First dropp wetting my whistle
Heart racing, pupil dilatation
With satisfaction and optimism
As I courted that first one
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