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best for last
babe I first saw your face in the crowd that walked past
and I looked hard at you so the image would last
as the sound of your voice burned a wish in my soul
and the sway of your body excited me whole
then a word and a laugh brought a smile to your face
and it seemed just like home and I felt my pulse race.
but I guessed it was me and you hadn’t a care
til I looked to find you and encountered your stare
then we crashed with some friends ‘cause we both had too much
as we spooned in their bed, you welcomed my touch
of your warm silken legs and your slick naked mound -
while they quietly slept - til you shook with no sound
in the morning you came for a cup of hot tea
and my smoldering gaze you returned hungrily
then the trail of your clothes made me hard as a rock
so I licked til you screamed and then fed you my cock
then we shared a quick rinse for our glistening lips
but my slick lathered hands on your breast, back and hips
brought a sly backward glance that refilled me with lust
and you arched back to greet every quivering thrust
but you saved til the last what I hungered for most
and what haunts my poor soul like some devilish ghost
it’s the press of your lips that I mostly shall miss
for you captured me whole with your soft molten kiss.
and I looked hard at you so the image would last
as the sound of your voice burned a wish in my soul
and the sway of your body excited me whole
then a word and a laugh brought a smile to your face
and it seemed just like home and I felt my pulse race.
but I guessed it was me and you hadn’t a care
til I looked to find you and encountered your stare
then we crashed with some friends ‘cause we both had too much
as we spooned in their bed, you welcomed my touch
of your warm silken legs and your slick naked mound -
while they quietly slept - til you shook with no sound
in the morning you came for a cup of hot tea
and my smoldering gaze you returned hungrily
then the trail of your clothes made me hard as a rock
so I licked til you screamed and then fed you my cock
then we shared a quick rinse for our glistening lips
but my slick lathered hands on your breast, back and hips
brought a sly backward glance that refilled me with lust
and you arched back to greet every quivering thrust
but you saved til the last what I hungered for most
and what haunts my poor soul like some devilish ghost
it’s the press of your lips that I mostly shall miss
for you captured me whole with your soft molten kiss.
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