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Dark Eyes
My dark eyes draw you in, as do my lips,
Now I've slipped from my chair; I've crawled across
To please you with my mouth: the moment slips
By gracefully, but it will not be lost,
Being bounded by fingers beckoning,
And the connection of your flesh to mine:
Pre-cum mixed with spit is just the thing
To base a cocktail on - a taste divine
That will not disappear until the cock,
Which fills my face, is ready to rejoice,
And spurt its need, while my lips gently lock
Themselves around your pole; then you give voice
To satisfaction, with soft, grunted sighs,
As soft lips draw you in (and my dark eyes).
Now I've slipped from my chair; I've crawled across
To please you with my mouth: the moment slips
By gracefully, but it will not be lost,
Being bounded by fingers beckoning,
And the connection of your flesh to mine:
Pre-cum mixed with spit is just the thing
To base a cocktail on - a taste divine
That will not disappear until the cock,
Which fills my face, is ready to rejoice,
And spurt its need, while my lips gently lock
Themselves around your pole; then you give voice
To satisfaction, with soft, grunted sighs,
As soft lips draw you in (and my dark eyes).
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