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Remembering
Remembering,
Still it brings a smile to my face,
And a rise in my pants,
To remember,
The way you kissed,
Lips so soft,
With a tongue so fierce,
Small breasts,
Yet so firm,
How you'd smile,
As I teased the tip of a nipple with my tongue,
Or how you would gasp,
As i slid a finger in,
Making you moan,
Was always my greatest pleasure.
Still it brings a smile to my face,
And a rise in my pants,
To remember,
The way you kissed,
Lips so soft,
With a tongue so fierce,
Small breasts,
Yet so firm,
How you'd smile,
As I teased the tip of a nipple with my tongue,
Or how you would gasp,
As i slid a finger in,
Making you moan,
Was always my greatest pleasure.
Published 23rd May 2014
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