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Her. Cool. Wet.
Not much to Her surprise,
as she began to unwind,
to undress,
unbutton,
unzip,
she finds.....
...pull them down,
one leg steps out
and the other follows
Cool air hits a sweet spot
She knows
how moist the punnany is.
"How'd this happen?"...... one may ask
She musters, just above
a sweet, gentle groan...
…..."he took me there!"
She had no control.
He seduced her
and didn't even enter her
Sweet,
Tender,
Young,
Wet promise......
he looked,
he caressed,
he smiled,
he touched,
he kissed,
he Loved
all
on
her.
All along,
creating sublime desires of cool,
yet hot flowing rivers,
lakes and ocean....... like the wetness between her thighs.
Moist,
becoming sticky, yet sweet
Needing more of him to...
touch,
taste
and engage her World
Penetrate,
oh so deep
taking his time... feel her.
Why?
It was *you*
that brought her into
such a dripping, yes.....wet encounter
with nature's own,
Her. Cool. Wet.
Ms. E (used with permission)
as she began to unwind,
to undress,
unbutton,
unzip,
she finds.....
...pull them down,
one leg steps out
and the other follows
Cool air hits a sweet spot
She knows
how moist the punnany is.
"How'd this happen?"...... one may ask
She musters, just above
a sweet, gentle groan...
…..."he took me there!"
She had no control.
He seduced her
and didn't even enter her
Sweet,
Tender,
Young,
Wet promise......
he looked,
he caressed,
he smiled,
he touched,
he kissed,
he Loved
all
on
her.
All along,
creating sublime desires of cool,
yet hot flowing rivers,
lakes and ocean....... like the wetness between her thighs.
Moist,
becoming sticky, yet sweet
Needing more of him to...
touch,
taste
and engage her World
Penetrate,
oh so deep
taking his time... feel her.
Why?
It was *you*
that brought her into
such a dripping, yes.....wet encounter
with nature's own,
Her. Cool. Wet.
Ms. E (used with permission)
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