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ONCE MY HANDS DOTH EXCITE
Once my hands doth excite,
affectionately light,
his 'tool of my delight',
it whets his appetite.
His eyes with lust burn bright,
On my ears he doth bite.
Moving on to unite,
we clinch each other tight.
Upon the bedclothes white
he gives me rampant night,
gets me high as a kite
in Seventh Heaven flight.
affectionately light,
his 'tool of my delight',
it whets his appetite.
His eyes with lust burn bright,
On my ears he doth bite.
Moving on to unite,
we clinch each other tight.
Upon the bedclothes white
he gives me rampant night,
gets me high as a kite
in Seventh Heaven flight.
Published 12th May 2017
| Edited 10th May 2020
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