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My Lips R Wet
My lips are
soaking wet......
…..how can it be
that I am right here
and you are so damned mad at me
wet
I'm two hours late
and now you're stretched out upon loves table,
the main course upon my
Über-erotic plate
you close those
pretty brown eyes
and my hands caress
your dainty feet
memorizing the beautiful curves
of your calves
slowly approaching
the aperture of your
shapely ass thighs
(she reminisce upon that tingle from younger days gone by)
the heat of lust
the scent of your sex
my dick is so hard right now
and my body vexed.....
….my fingertips feverishly
loosen the button of your
tan, khaki shorts
I slip them from your waist
a wanton exposé
pink
french-lace
panties
all up in my face
instinctively
she moves her top
up above her breast
her fingertips pinching
her nipples
points high up on her chest
reaching for the sky
oh my
my tongue traces
and my soul tastes
your sensual cream
it's copious flow,
your panties are so wet
I pull them over to the side
just so.....
…..my lips clasp hold
to your throbbing heart
and I massage it between
their firmness
gently biting against
it's tip
your southern most region
feels just like a raging furnace
body raptured
in sensuous, sexual
gyrations
and this man's lips are.....
...wet
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