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Sensual seduction
Fingertips caressing smooth, curvaceous hips, lips taking sips of your tulips (two lips)
Making every drop of your juices drip on my tongue's tip
As I whisper in your ear to flip
Tongue sliding between your cheeks, leaving you unable to speak
Got snow covering your mountain peaks
Deep thrusts chasing heartbeats
Shoulders supporting your feet
Orgasms are just a treat
Mindgasms leaving brain cells obsolete....
Sex-a-thon all night marathon
Dictation standing ovation
Deep penetration
Headboard shaking
Breathtaking
Pillow unable to silence the sounds you're making
Turn in the fetal position
So I can give your body it's addiction, sweet lovemaking generating friction below inhibitions
Did I mention time seem to be on suspension
Your legs having a convention making sex seem like our own invention
Bottom lips squirting & spitting
Every crevice I'm hitting
Inner walls answering my calls
Long distance connection
Deeply rooted aggression
Well-suited affection
This whole experience feels like a blessing
You got my soldier pulsating and flexing
Now we resting from all our juices gushing
Slow stroking no rushing
Got me blushing from this physical admiration
Using the bed for our personal watering station
Covering every inch with our liquid libation
I'm totally impressed with how you take dictation
Who would've guess thick moans & sighs
Would be the main course on the menu
Cloud nine is the next venue
Round two is to be continued....
The Mad Poet
Making every drop of your juices drip on my tongue's tip
As I whisper in your ear to flip
Tongue sliding between your cheeks, leaving you unable to speak
Got snow covering your mountain peaks
Deep thrusts chasing heartbeats
Shoulders supporting your feet
Orgasms are just a treat
Mindgasms leaving brain cells obsolete....
Sex-a-thon all night marathon
Dictation standing ovation
Deep penetration
Headboard shaking
Breathtaking
Pillow unable to silence the sounds you're making
Turn in the fetal position
So I can give your body it's addiction, sweet lovemaking generating friction below inhibitions
Did I mention time seem to be on suspension
Your legs having a convention making sex seem like our own invention
Bottom lips squirting & spitting
Every crevice I'm hitting
Inner walls answering my calls
Long distance connection
Deeply rooted aggression
Well-suited affection
This whole experience feels like a blessing
You got my soldier pulsating and flexing
Now we resting from all our juices gushing
Slow stroking no rushing
Got me blushing from this physical admiration
Using the bed for our personal watering station
Covering every inch with our liquid libation
I'm totally impressed with how you take dictation
Who would've guess thick moans & sighs
Would be the main course on the menu
Cloud nine is the next venue
Round two is to be continued....
The Mad Poet
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