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Exactly exact
She knows exactly what her mouth is for,
But bites her lip to calm quiescent nerves;
Her mouth is made for fucking; she's his whore,
Quite conscious of her place, which she preserves
By opening her mouth, when he's content
To come across to use it and delight
In fucking her with his cock; she'll present
Herself upon her knees by day or night,
Whenever he requires her bitten lips
To place themselves at his disposal; he'll
Push back his chair to find her as she slips
Beneath the table, adding to the meal,
That he intends to make of her; he's lacked
His little slut, who knows what he'll exact.
But bites her lip to calm quiescent nerves;
Her mouth is made for fucking; she's his whore,
Quite conscious of her place, which she preserves
By opening her mouth, when he's content
To come across to use it and delight
In fucking her with his cock; she'll present
Herself upon her knees by day or night,
Whenever he requires her bitten lips
To place themselves at his disposal; he'll
Push back his chair to find her as she slips
Beneath the table, adding to the meal,
That he intends to make of her; he's lacked
His little slut, who knows what he'll exact.
Published 11th Jun 2015
| Edited 12th Jun 2015
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