He touches with the most gentel touch
He makes me want him so much
His lips caress my breast
As my moans are at thier deepest
A grove, A squirm, A thrust
To give him all my trust
A friend,A lover I cannot decide
But my desires increase inside
His soft lips on my thighs makes me shiver from deep inside
More, Harder, Faster I beg
until there is no other way
our bodies entwine and move with perfect time
Till our deepest passions are all unwind
A whisper comes to mind till next time
sweet love of mine
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