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A Matter Of Taste
The gloss of your excited condition
flavours my lips
feeding and fueling
my concentrated worship
Your legs rest on my back
as I navigate the median
with mouth and fingers
to draw a response
You shift as each fold
investigated attracts
a pleasured gasp
urging me to sustain
sensations remembered.
flavours my lips
feeding and fueling
my concentrated worship
Your legs rest on my back
as I navigate the median
with mouth and fingers
to draw a response
You shift as each fold
investigated attracts
a pleasured gasp
urging me to sustain
sensations remembered.
Published 3rd Feb 2018
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