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YOU BRING ME PLEASURE

You bring me to my fullest measure
Through the way that you transmit pleasure,
The touch on my skin of fingertips,
And your taking of me between your lips
As you go down with your long haired head
To make me fit to perform in bed.

Kissing my sensitive sceptre's crown,
Then, around my stem, you go on down,
Till my wrinkled sac touches smooth chin.
My pre-cum gets rising from within
As I lengthen, harden, in your mouth.
You should be called "The Queen of the South"!

I'm like a monument, erected,
Ready like you to be connected
Where man and woman were made to meet.
In your nether mouth I feed my meat,
While those lips you plied below my waist
Part as each other's tongues join to taste.

While we're humping madly in the sack
Your fingers are all over my back,
Tearing at me with painted fingernail
While in you my weapon does impale,
Squeezed in your repeated contraction
Till we explode in satisfaction.
Written by Solomon_Song
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