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Her Number Is Up

"What little number is that?"
she asked me
as I rolled the joint
with one hand
and licked it tight
and rolled it
between my fingertips
like a nipple.

We were talking
about my shaving you..
I'm pushing your envelop.....
you said, "Bikini,"
and I said,
"The  whole shooting match...."
and that, My Friend,
is the little number
I am referring to.  

My getting right in there
close quarters
and taking you down
to the bare necessities
and then having a go at you
with my tongue,
especially while you are stoned
and your inhibitions
are at their lowest,
and you'll want
to make it
an extravaganza
of my kissing
and sucking your clit
until it has only
its creamy cum
to cover its eye......
and you are leaning back
with your head
in the clouds
and your legs spread open
like the wings
of a bird
in flight.....
that little number...

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