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Nightcaps
He likes to keep me active though the day;
From daybreak until dusk, and then beyond;
And when the clocks chimes midnight, he will say:
I fancy that I'm really rather fond
Of fucking you at all hours; and I smile
And lift my lips and kiss him on the cheek;
Objecting to his passion's not my style;
And I can use my lips when I don't speak,
To kiss down to his chest and then below;
To clean him gently; he luxuriates
In all my ministrations; let him grow
So thick and hard again; it really makes
Night caps seem quite redundant as I suck
A final spurt from him and drink it up.
From daybreak until dusk, and then beyond;
And when the clocks chimes midnight, he will say:
I fancy that I'm really rather fond
Of fucking you at all hours; and I smile
And lift my lips and kiss him on the cheek;
Objecting to his passion's not my style;
And I can use my lips when I don't speak,
To kiss down to his chest and then below;
To clean him gently; he luxuriates
In all my ministrations; let him grow
So thick and hard again; it really makes
Night caps seem quite redundant as I suck
A final spurt from him and drink it up.
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