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Brandy
Sliding down my throat
The liquid felt so thick.
Caramel to the color,
Hard to your dick.
With each new shot poured
My mind and body soared.
It was not the brandy;
No, that just helped you along.
That taboo touch, I needed it;
Your fingers moved in song.
And while you sang
My voice escaped with no shame.
The liquid felt so thick.
Caramel to the color,
Hard to your dick.
With each new shot poured
My mind and body soared.
It was not the brandy;
No, that just helped you along.
That taboo touch, I needed it;
Your fingers moved in song.
And while you sang
My voice escaped with no shame.
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