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Little whistle
The kettle started boiling
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
You grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
You grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door
Published 12th Feb 2015
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12th Feb 2015 5:54pm
This one contains a lot of steam, Scot. "Lust pushed love out the door." Love might sneak back in when least expected. Just in time for tea.
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