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Lips tell you
in whispers..
To mold me-
ache-less, at your mouth..
with bold tongue-tip-
hot sucks, wet licks.
 
Your hardness slides
along my leg..
as you drip kisses
to my puddle
of begggg..
 
Strong hands
tout my landscape-
with light-effused rain.
Hips squirm-
in just-right pain..
I shine and soak
your face.
 
My graceless saturation
flows endless..
in sensation-highs,
Still your tongue..
and rest inside
a smile.
 
My hips tilt-
up, and into you..
beg.beg.beg.
(don't end my melt)
I need it this way-
warm sips, stay in play..
 
Give me lightening-
'tween moistened lace..
soft lips, in pink-sigh-
undulate without waste.
Presses in skin,
you feast again..
to grant palest cream-
upon your lip space..
 
and we always share
a taste.

Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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