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Petite Culotte en Dentelle Rose (Little Pink Lace Panties....)
Petite Culotte en Dentelle Rose …......
….............do I remove them
do I push them to the side
They deliciously tickle the tip of my nose
Exploring the gentle blush of your tender canvas
spread so daintily upon the rouge of satin sheets …..
…......fragrant is the aroma of your desire
Mmmmmm..........I feel your fire burnin' there
in between
I lick, you.......
…..moan.
Winding down into soft pillow top
feeling you........I groan
On my knees, I worship you
laying there on your back
Feet.......beautifully painted nails
against the wall
Naked breast,
heaving chest
breathing so deeply
taking my breathe..........
…....away
“Votre chatte est si humide et accueillante …..”
Do my hands caress your hips causing your pink lace to freely glide.......
or do I slowly brush them gently across swollen lips
with my fingertips pushing them to the right hand side?
Your lust for me, ma chère
flows creamy white
your lips folded like
rose petals wet with morning dew........
…......."le Petit_Minou"
she pouts
squeezing forth the words...
“.......prendre mon amour “
The pearl of her arousal clearly coming into view
Feverishly trembling
Skin to skin,
there upon satin sheets
“...énorme serpent noir gonflé percer sa chatte “
It's sudden “prick” causes a curling of
petite feet..........
….....the artist begins to mix his ochre
some white
some earthy browns
some rose petal pink
…..and like the words of this delicious, erotic ink
his paint brushes colours between her slit
flowing forth “au naturelle”
thus the union of souls
buried deep inside
“sa chatte si petit “
......behind blue eyes, his pleasure, his desire weeps
Wet, pink lace panties gently pushed to the side
“....pour moi, elle vient “
The Sweetest Taboo
pure passion deeply released.........
".......there's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm that is you
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo....."
Song Credit- "Sweetest Taboo" by Sade Adu
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