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Rock Me Tonight For Old Times Sake

Rock me tonight for old times sake    
Shh…I won’t tell no one, mmm I miss our bed rattling like an earthquake  
Bodies soaring in the throne of the sweetest love we make    
The silken comfort gracing my back    
Legs spread, fingers darting inside, licking up down this nightly snack    
    
Pouring honey down my body for your carnal pleasure    
Tongue thrashing, the droplets nestling in the abyss of my sweeten treasure    
My fine downy hairs a sticky icky invitation to sink it deeper inside    
Fingers steadying slipping and sliding    
Your lips slithering up my body coveting a nipple, taking it inside your mouth    
Flipping me over, then feeding me the taste of my wet south    
   
Remembering the way, you made me scream, purr, and moan    
Straddling your throne    
Holding your erection…sweet mercy... here my pussy comes    
Breasts palmed, pulling me into you, taking a teasing lick    
My fingers, soothing, self-pleasing before you siphon the essence of my slit      
Lifting me up, my silken opening toppling your lips    
Mmm… your tongue catching the streams of my drips    
   
Wall palmed    
My cunt gyrating on your face, I can go on like this all night long    
Peeling back my soft folds    
Neck halfway off the pillow… your mouth weakening me, sinking into its console   
Pelvis moving faster, mmm.. uncoordinated, uncontrolled    
   
Your tongue circling my clit, saturating my slit with your spit    
Head thrown back, riding the tip of your bliss    
Mm… it could not get any better than this    
Taking me backwards, buttocks raised    
Back arched, legs wrapping around your body, for your dick praise    
   
Passion, lust, ecstasy in this bed, making me a believer    
Oh… you feel so good deep inside me, loving among the stars, falling under the spell of a celestial dream weaver    
A charmer and a teaser    
   
Bodies clenched    
Sheets drenched    
Entwined passion entrenched    
Opening my eyes to the rays of a sunrise    
   
I need to quit dreaming…but his touch, his caresses they felt so real    
Mm…as if my eyes were open, his body locked deep inside mine, addicted to his raw sex appeal, his loving, his thrills  
His manly scent reeks from my skin… my lips he sealed…didn’t he?
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Willa Cather
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