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I Ask her
Once,
Upon a time,
Many,
Many years ago,
One of the first,
Women,
I dated --
I ask:
“What is you favorite,
thing we I do.
In bed?”
She answered:
“When your tongue,
Gently caresses,
My cit,
As your finger,
Glides,
And-and-out,
Of my pussy,
While,
Stoking,
That special spot,
Perfectly.”
I’ve never forgotten;
Even if nothing else happens,
Always,
Always,
I do that.
Not just with her,
(We've long sense parted),
But with all the others,
Everyone,
Every time.
Upon a time,
Many,
Many years ago,
One of the first,
Women,
I dated --
I ask:
“What is you favorite,
thing we I do.
In bed?”
She answered:
“When your tongue,
Gently caresses,
My cit,
As your finger,
Glides,
And-and-out,
Of my pussy,
While,
Stoking,
That special spot,
Perfectly.”
I’ve never forgotten;
Even if nothing else happens,
Always,
Always,
I do that.
Not just with her,
(We've long sense parted),
But with all the others,
Everyone,
Every time.
Published 27th Nov 2017
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27th Nov 2017 6:35am
27th Nov 2017 3:26pm
So glad to see a man who asks and wants to please his lover ... wish all men did that
28th Nov 2017 4:53pm
There is much pleasure,
In giving pleasure.
And it is most often,
Returned,
With interest.
In giving pleasure.
And it is most often,
Returned,
With interest.
