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Language of Love
A lady of the night if you desire
be informal in your tactful approach,
but sure, tart or slut,
you're whore,
this bitch, she'll sit just as well upon you Sir
Was it the scent as we kissed?
that had you twitching for more
the tell tale scent of what's been
stirring within you all day
all day thoughts of me
my cleavage, fine ass,
pretty mouth
Was it that sweet aroma on my breath,
is it that what pleased you more Sir?
I still got your shouts ringing in my ears
the way I surrendered too easily to your need
the tip of my tongue, my fingers..
need I be more descriptive?
So yes, quite fitting really,
tart, slut, bitch, whore and more besides
the only thing I would add in my weak defense,
the thing that drove me on, was the way you're bum
clenched as my work reached a satisfying completion.
I can after all..
be very, very creative with your butt clenching demands
as you well know Sir.
come..
come kiss me some more.
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