Kiss me, there...
On my folds lips...
Make them drool,
Make them swell,
Make them leak,
With passion desire...
Part them slowly,
With just the stiff pink tip,
Of your tongue...
Lick the wet that drools from them,
Whisper to me, how good it taste,
Whisper to me, how soothing it feels,
Slowly sliding down your throat...
Whisper in a dead voice, how intoxication its fragrance is,
Then plunge the pink tip of your tongue deeply,
Into the soft pink of my wet; repeatedly,
Making my voice thunderously moan...
Don't stop, until I become speechless,
Weak from orgasmic desires,
And my body shudders,
Has become past tense...
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