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Raw and Moaning
You rubbed it raw for me, you said.
You moaned for me on Audio.
Your pussy lips puffy and red,
You said this was my private show.
You told me to think of a rose
With tuft, pulling back lips for me.
Said you were never meant for clothes,
That you were only meant to please.
Only wearing waist-length black hair,
And hunger in those soft green eyes;
Was more than your soul you laid bare,
As you lie back spreading those thighs.
Oh yes, I still hear that moaning,
And in truth, just can't decide whether
I should be happy or groaning...
Files dated 'fore we were back together.
Not that there could be any shame
To things done while we were apart.
But showing me, lying about date,
Takes lack of conscience to an art.
My dear, why does this bother me?
I should be used to it by now.
Ne'er a moaner before you see,
Should thank you for teaching me how.
A pleaser indeed, that you are.
At least my love you know your call.
Nothing of my heart left to scar,
Go ahead, darlin, please them all!
10/09/15
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