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Midnight Song
Moonlit caresses
Cold sweat dripping
Warm bodies entangled
In hot passion sipping
Everything you have to offer
Mind,body and soul
Right here on the sofa
I'm set to reach my goal
And I like the slow dance
As she skillfully starts to strip
Providing me enough chance
To see all that's mine for the keep
As I lay back in anticipation
Watching from a healthy distance
My composure betrayed by my position
As I grow increasingly restless
Throwing my head back as she squats in between
my legs,giving way as she takes my toy in
Swallowed half length,in passion I sway
Sweeping my entire consciousness away
It's only normal to return the favor
Well some call it a fair exchange
As we swerve positions,my fingers probe with vigor
Touching every spot in her honey pot
I can see me grimace like a mirror's in the ceiling
Up and down she goes with a particular rhythm
Moans like talking drums express our feelings
Pursuing passion in changing positions,continuous digging
Finally we reach the apex,we can't hold anymore
Closed eyes,loud moans,we collapse in each other's arms
As a dance that started on the sofa ends on the floor
Along with the fading sound of the midnight song
Cold sweat dripping
Warm bodies entangled
In hot passion sipping
Everything you have to offer
Mind,body and soul
Right here on the sofa
I'm set to reach my goal
And I like the slow dance
As she skillfully starts to strip
Providing me enough chance
To see all that's mine for the keep
As I lay back in anticipation
Watching from a healthy distance
My composure betrayed by my position
As I grow increasingly restless
Throwing my head back as she squats in between
my legs,giving way as she takes my toy in
Swallowed half length,in passion I sway
Sweeping my entire consciousness away
It's only normal to return the favor
Well some call it a fair exchange
As we swerve positions,my fingers probe with vigor
Touching every spot in her honey pot
I can see me grimace like a mirror's in the ceiling
Up and down she goes with a particular rhythm
Moans like talking drums express our feelings
Pursuing passion in changing positions,continuous digging
Finally we reach the apex,we can't hold anymore
Closed eyes,loud moans,we collapse in each other's arms
As a dance that started on the sofa ends on the floor
Along with the fading sound of the midnight song
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