The tingle as my lips begin to swell,
I know this feeling, oh yes, I know it well.
Oh how my excitement builds..
Counting the beats as they pulse thru my body.
The warming sensation moving up my thighs.
I love this feeling, it makes me high.
The hands on my body and mouth against mine,
thought there was nothing better than fine wine...?
I can think of nothing than the tension to rise.
Let my hair move across your skin and please don't ask me where I've been.
See the real me and tell me when.
Watch the pleasure on my face as it is in its full,
Hold me close, push.... then pull.
Don't watch too close cause then you could see,
an ever soo slight glimpse of me.
Please me hard, please me soft.
I promise not to break..
Can't promise that I won't give more than I dare to take.
Body shaking could it be...
You just saw a glimpse of me.
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