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Marathon
Have a seat and close your eyes,
If you feel a tickle, don't be surprised,
It's jsut me undressing you,
Stripping away any clothes, walls or fear that may lay,
Have a seat, keep them closed,
What you feel next, nobody will ever know
My legs straddle your waist,
My hands grip, my lips taste.
Stay right here but open them slow
Look at me with that deep glow
The passion, the tension built up
As I sit, explode straight up.
Not too fast, take your time
Caress me, hold me, feel me
Mold into my inner spine
Let our bodies melt into one
So that this paradise will flourish
Into a marathon run
Come back and have some more fun!
If you feel a tickle, don't be surprised,
It's jsut me undressing you,
Stripping away any clothes, walls or fear that may lay,
Have a seat, keep them closed,
What you feel next, nobody will ever know
My legs straddle your waist,
My hands grip, my lips taste.
Stay right here but open them slow
Look at me with that deep glow
The passion, the tension built up
As I sit, explode straight up.
Not too fast, take your time
Caress me, hold me, feel me
Mold into my inner spine
Let our bodies melt into one
So that this paradise will flourish
Into a marathon run
Come back and have some more fun!
Published 21st Jan 2015
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21st Jan 2015 3:15pm
