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Monday, February 10, 2014

Monday Moaning ...... Clean sweep ....... Repetitive poem



It wasn't the slow, long wet lick of the tip of his tongue, 
That made my legs quiver, 
My thighs tighten around his head, 
My voice gasp

It wasn't the slow circle of his tongue around my clit,
That made my fingers grasp deep into the mattress, 
My lungs inhale deeply

It wasn't the width of his tongue, opening the slit of my vulva lips wide,
As it slowly trace down its split open trail,
Making me my voice sigh, out loud

It wasn't his tongue darting and circling on my pink moist opening,
That made my body vibrate with miniature tremors,
My voice gravel

It was when his tongue dove deep into the softness of my pink flesh,
And received its first taste of my honey sweet depths,
That made us moan....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

6 comments:

  1. Hot stuff ~ Wishing you Happy Hearts Day ~

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    1. Thanks you a bunch Heaven, and Happy Heart Day to you too...

      peace and love
      1ManView

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  2. I started moaning after the first verse. :-)

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    1. He-he... Thanks for stopping in Sweets....

      Happy Valentine day from me to you.
      1ManView

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  3. Intimas e intensas caricias que colman de placer.

    Besos.

    Lunna.

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