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Climbing
My ladder is pink and blue
with the smell of lilac invading
your dress is short
so is my patience
I extend my hand over yours
the light in your eyes tells me
your hand has reached the pulse
of my love wand
I in turn have found my target
right between the shapely skin
as my tongue brushes by
we are calling for each other’s release....
with the smell of lilac invading
your dress is short
so is my patience
I extend my hand over yours
the light in your eyes tells me
your hand has reached the pulse
of my love wand
I in turn have found my target
right between the shapely skin
as my tongue brushes by
we are calling for each other’s release....
Published 4th Apr 2018
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