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The Artist
You wake up feeling lonely
Aching for me much
The thought of me makes you horny
You yearn for that rush
Your moans break the silence
As your fingers start to touch
The wailing of your lips
Your finger can not hush
There wet and demanding
That tongue that makes you blush
Your pussy is the canvas
And my tongue is the brush
Yes I am the artist
That has you aching such
By TheOneAboveAll
Aching for me much
The thought of me makes you horny
You yearn for that rush
Your moans break the silence
As your fingers start to touch
The wailing of your lips
Your finger can not hush
There wet and demanding
That tongue that makes you blush
Your pussy is the canvas
And my tongue is the brush
Yes I am the artist
That has you aching such
By TheOneAboveAll
Published 7th Apr 2015
| Edited 26th Aug 2015
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7th Apr 2015 6:12pm
Short and straight to the point which I liked. I believe there should of been more metaphores rather than just saying pussy is the canvas. Other than that great job
9th Apr 2015 6:56am
