The Tips of your Body
Need my Fingers...
As much as
My Fingers
Need the Touch
of your Lips,
The Brush of your
Nipples,
And the Caresses of
Love, Pain and Pleasure
Down There...
In the Creases and Folds
of your Throbbing Tip
And the Invigorating
Sweaty Smell of your
Derriere.
Wanna Make Wild Love To You
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