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MIRROR ON THE CEILING

Mirror on the ceiling;
Tattoo it's revealing
On a cheek of your rump
As upon me you hump.

Your writhing bare body
Rubs signals into me
As my long legs outspread,
Then hold you to bed.

The reflection turns on
Me as we one-on-one,
My hand heads for that spot
And it pinches your bot.

Your thrusting does not pause,
And my fingernail claws
Just spur you like a horse
To redouble thrust force,

You make me close my eyes
As effect between thighs
Sends me into a trance
To relentless advance.

Thus the Seventh Heaven
Unto me is given.
So I can never see
Me in full ecstasy,

But that's best place to be
When you make love to me
Until I get release
Of the seed from your piece.
Written by Solomon_Song
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