Passion - Poem by Rhiannon Scase
He knows what I want and acts on that I pine
He kisses tenderly: sending shivers down my spine.
He studies my body with his hands bare
I breathe deeply, becoming greedy for air.
My mind clears as I stop concentrating
As he carresses my body in a way so invigorating.
I feel his manlyhood against my bare thigh
Moving upward provokingly causing me to sigh.
I encourage the tease as part as the fun
Then examine his body with my curious tounge.
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