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KISMET

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The Godiva feel upon the saddle
Whene'er I have a need to straddle you,
Looking through the chink, could it be true? Kismet!

The gentle urge of passion-cum-demure,
Each minute's tryst, from stem to stern's allure,
What do you think of your petit minx, monsieur, kismet?

The tickle of my darling lingerie,
Perfumed and flirty feathered fan so gay,
I wait for you to take it all away, mon dieu, kismet!

The lusty pull of our sex play between,
A table with aperitifs licked clean,
There's nothing it more clearly means: kismet.

Your petit Frenchie minxie kicks and bites,
But only in the classic ways she fights,
And also knows you love it nice, kismet!

And through the night when spectators' take leave,
The time that we are left with is ~ obscene,
Behind shut doors, your want of me!  Kismet.



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